I knew the day would come at some point, sad as I was to go, but I’ve moved on from my rural idyll in Staffordshire. I went their in 2006 because my narrowboat was moored in that 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 is much, much smaller but still south facing, and more important I’ll have the benefits of civilisation on my doorstep once more.
I knew I would miss lots of things about life in Staffordshire……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.
But as I write this nearly three months on, I’m already enjoying the glorious summer in Whitby. It’s windy at times, well, being on the cliff top its actually VERY windy at times but even then a stroll on the sea front just a few minutes from new home is amazing.
I’ve already been out to sea fishing for mackerel, watched the annual Whitby Regatta and strolled in town during the Steam Punk Weekend when folk dress in the weirdest of costumes.
