“It’s the most beautiful place we’ve ever lived in!” Mirinda screamed with delight as I walked into the house that will be our home for the next three months. And she was right. It’s been beautifully renovated – the kitchen is to die for – and everything feels newer than you’d think possible. And there’s heated floors. We’re going to be well spoiled.
The house is in direct contrast to our accommodation last night.
We were in a disabled room, which boasted the world’s biggest bathroom and smallest double bed. The hotel was very busy, and I think this was possibly the only room left on the ground floor. Mind you, it had a kettle, something you get rather used to in the UK but rarely find on the Continent.
We managed to take full advantage of the midday checkout though and had a sort of sleep in. ‘Sort of’ because the bed was so small, we slept in shifts.
The drive to our new ‘home’ was pretty uneventful as we drove around the M25 then down the M3. The only real traffic we encountered was on a small stretch of road just before we entered the New Forest. I don’t know why. One of those mystery traffic snarls that is cured by the time you reach it.
Still, we made excellent time and pulled up in the driveway (there’s room for three cars) half an hour after the re-arranged check-in time. Which was perfect. The place was glowing in readiness for us.
Something else that was glowing was a very welcome sign just down the road from the house.
I went on a spree, buying lamb chops for dinner, something we have rarely found in Sweden. Oh, and flavoured gin. Obviously.
Mirinda, finally free from driving through hellish conditions and too many countries, collapsed in the lounge, delighting in the discovery that the TV had Netflix.
