Westcountry, here we come
Eight years. That’s how long I’ve been living in the wrong end of England. I say “wrong”, but perhaps that’s a slight exaggeration. I came here to study for a degree, and when it was over I just never got round to leaving and going somewhere nicer. I’ve never been much of a city boy, and before any of you starts yelling about Colchester not being a city, it’s all comparative – when you’ve come from the countryside, a dual-carriageway is a big scary road, and if you can’t get from one end of the town to the other in ten minutes then something is very wrong.
So it comes as an enormous sigh of relief that Ellie and I have found a lovely new house to move into in a few weeks time! This week we travelled down to Bristol to stay with my grandparents for a couple of days while we scoured the locality for potential places to set up residence. We’d spent a fair amount of time reading through the results on RightMove.co.uk, and found a few we thought looked promising, and when we arrived in Bristol on Tuesday evening we had three houses we particularly wanted to look at: one in Peasedown St John, one in Evercrecch, and one in Bedminster. Grandma quickly told us that Bedminster wasn’t a great area, so we weren’t too disappointed when the estate agents never got back to us about getting us a viewing.










