Sorry I have been a very slack blogger of late.
I do have a pretty good excuse- we have finally moved into our brand spanking new hut.
For the first couple of days it was quite surreal. We've waited a long time for this (4.5 years) and it didn't seem to matter how many times we've imagined it, the real thing is something else entirely.
Waking up during the night and looking out at the stars, I've forgotten how they are so much more spectacular away from a city.
Looking out the french doors in our bedroom at the bush opposite.
Watching Rob and the dogs go on their morning perimeter walk over the frosty grass.
Catching glimpses of the geese in our garden through a window as I wander by.
It is so quiet- which I love.
Everyone keeps asking us what's it like to finally be in; Rob and I decided it's like we're big children "playing" house.
We love our kitchen. Having everything in its proper place. A pantry where you can see everything. The perfect bench height for us. What seems likes acres of bench space. A new oven that works!
We've been so good since we've moved, we've been eating all of our meals at the table (we had slipped into couch meals before).
Our first weekend has been a whirl of cleaning, unpacking (still), baking, visits, planning for a high tea next week for Rob's daughter's 16th birthday, and a lovely dinner at Red Velvet Lounge in Cygnet (which as an aside was the best steak we've eaten in ages, with of course Béarnaise sauce, chips and salad- Rob commented that he wanted his last meal to be steak and chips cooked by Steve!)
So busy I didn't take any photos! So I will have to get myself organised pronto.
Finally this blog can begin properly- the hut chronicles have started for real.