I knew the day would come at some point, but it still sad to know that I’m moving on from my rural idyll in Staffordshire. I came here in 2006 because my narrowboat was moored in this part of the world and after seven years of urban living moved to the tiny hamlet of Pershall and a home with a large garden.
Now, the years have taken their toll and it’s time to spend less time fighting a losing battle with the dandelions and nettles and enjoy the next few years by the seaside in the town of my birth. The garden will be smaller but still south facing, but more important I’ll have the benefits of civilisation on my doorstep once more.
I will miss lots of things about life here……not least the greenery, the garden and the countryside around; but also the horses in the fields, cows and calves, the general busyness of farming and the history of the area.
