Ravendale House

On Thursday August 15th we got a call from our solicitor. Our buyers solicitor had been in touch to inform her they were wanting to exchange contracts and complete their purchase on Friday August 30th. That was just 2 weeks away.

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After the disappointment of losing Ivy Cottage we had to move on and find somewhere to live. Time had been passing during the failed negotiations, all too quickly in fact, and although our purchasers were being understanding, we did feel obliged to get a move on.

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In the Autumn of 2012 when we made the decision to sell up, we knew that we were heading for a stressful time and that to start with it would be hard work getting everything ship-shape for Spring 2013. That was when we intended to put Ravendale House on the market.

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Detached country cottage – around 0.80 of an acre – a unique opportunity for the garden lover.

After 15 glorious years at Ravendale House the time seems right to pass-on this lovely property to new, younger owners with the energy and commitment to further develop and enjoy it to the full.

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This is the longest, coldest winter I can remember and I don’t think it’s done with us quite yet. The big snow of December 2010 is a mere blip compared to this winter of 2012/2013.

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Peter and I have been married for almost 40 years, and for 39 of those have managed to negotiate doors with little or no problem. In the last 6 months this has changed.

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Well, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, “Every day’s a school day”. On this occasion our ‘life’ lesson concerned plumbing. Not my favourite subject but here goes.

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I’m not a Xmas person anymore. Having no children and my only family living 400 miles away (Peter doesn’t bother with his family at all) Xmas is just a nuisance.

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Remember the 9 chamber pots? Well now I can reveal the end of the story.

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So there I was yesterday morning in the little market town of Brigg, posting my Xmas cards to Canada. As I was walking back to my car I followed a young man with a dog. I don’t know what breed it was, a sort of chunky poodle, with a white curly coat, definitely not a man’s dog.

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