10 Tips When Considering Selling and Buying a Property

If you have been following my posts on moving house, this one is a little different. In it I have tried to distil the experience into some, I hope, helpful hints on moving house. Most we did. A couple we probably wish we had done. I trust that you will find them useful and interesting.

 1) Research how much your house is worth

Knowledge is power. Before you get an estate agent through your door, find out how much your property is worth. In the past, the only recourse was to get an estate agent to visit to provide you with a valuation. Nowadays, websites like Zoopla and Rightmove can provide you with details, admittedly dated by a few months, of properties in your street that have sold or properties in the town/city/village which are similar to yours in style, bedroom number and facilities.
It is also useful to have a wander around a few estate agents windows to get a feel for current prices.

2) Sort out any minor repairs

Take a critical look at your home. Are there any minor repairs required or bits of decoration needed? People when viewing a property can be easily put off considering a purchase if a property doesn't look cared for.

Prepare yourself for viewing in advance. Most of us tend to have 'stuff' around the house that except in situations like this we are unaware of. Does it look cluttered? Is there any non-essential furniture? Remove anything that fits these criteria and either store for future use or dispose of.

For us, this involved the disposal of a wardrobe and chest of drawers, which transformed one of the bedrooms. I also packed half my load of books into boxes and stored them, which made a difference to the study, making it look more spacious.

3) Get more than one valuation.

It is worth getting more than one valuation from different estate agents. Ask around your friends for recommendations. Look around your area and see what signs are up and what company seems to sell quickly. If you've done your research, you already know what price your property is worth. Go for the one who tallies with your valuation (or slightly higher).

Speaking from experience, it is not a good idea to be too greedy and to agree with an estate agent when they say it is worth tens of thousands more than you have seen other properties go for in your area. They will often show you a 'triangle which is basically saying that if a person is coming into an area from London for example they will consider paying far more than those who live locally. Those who will go for the cheapest properties are those who are purchasing properties to let.

The reality of the situation is that if you are selling the property to a deadline, then a higher price is likely to put people off initially to the extent that they will not consider the property again even if the price drops. And that first month your property is on the market is so important. Dropping the price too quickly also smacks of desperation, which puts you in a uncomfortable situation when negotiating on an offer.

Far better to keep to a price you are comfortable with and what appears to be realistic.

4) Have a clear idea of the area/property you want to move to.

This is where the rose tinted glasses have to be removed. Areas that may look perfect when you experience them during holidays, may look completely different in January. How near are you to shops, doctors, banks, schools, etc? What is the area like community wise?

Then there is the property. Are you looking for new or old? House or bungalow or a smaller unit? Do you want to renovate a property or move into a property that is in very good order? It will narrow things down if you consider right from the start what you are looking for . But don't be too rigid. The property we purchased was not actually my first choice, just an add on. We looked at it because it fulfilled the criteria we had set ourselves and it turned out to be 'the one'.

5) What's it all going to cost?

It is important to work out the cost of selling and buying properties. The main items to consider include solicitors fees, estate agents fees, mortgages, removal expenses but could also include works to your new property if some are required. In our situation, we knew that the property we wanted to buy was all electric and we needed to research how much connecting gas to the property, together with the possible renewal of the kitchen units and bathroom. This all helps when making an offer for your new property. The works required really need to be considered.

6) Research your area.

When you have made your choice, try to research the area that you will live in. If possible, go there at different times of the day and week. Are you going to be happy there? Is there anything you may not be happy to live with? You can't cover everything, but you may confirm in your mind that this is the property you really want.

When I worked as an environmental health officer, in fact at the 1st local authority after I qualified, I investigated a complaint from a lady who had just moved into her property. She had viewed on a weekend and had another look around again on a weekend. She had also moved on a weekend too. On the Monday following her move, the small foundry situated at the rear of her property started up, causing her great distress and another move.

7) Keep in contact.

It is so easy to think that the conveyancer and solicitor are the experts and they will keep you informed. Unfortunately, they are busy people and, on occasions will deal with those cases that are urgent on the day. It is wise once all the initial paperwork has been dealt with to contact them every couple of weeks at least, just so that you know any current information and can deal with any issues swiftly.

8) Removal - DIY or get the professionals in.

Consider using a removal firm. I know this is an extra expense but it does take the stress out of the moving day. Most are very experienced and have done it many times before. It can also be a quicker process. Ours was a move involving a 250 mile trip and it wasn't possible to do this on our own. Although we had to pay to have their services for 2 days, it really made the job a lot easier.

9) Information for the new owner

It is a good idea to build up a file for the new owner of your property, with any extra keys, booklets for equipment that will be remaining, where the stop cock is, when the rubbish is collected and any other information you feel may be of use. We also left a list of phone numbers for the doctors, dentist etc.,


10) Enjoy

Lastly, enjoy the experience. This is a new part of your life. It would be a shame if it became so stressful that the whole thing becomes a nightmare. Of course, there are always situations that will crop up as it did with us, when the whole process becomes a bit much especially when waiting for exchange of contracts. But this is all part of your journey in your life - Enjoy.


This will be the last post I will do in this blog. As I no longer live in Sussex, I won't be able to write from that perspective anymore. I am starting a new blog which I intend to call The Devon Way (unless someone has used that before), which will talk about my experiences in our new home in Devon. I hope you will join me there.

Moves Afoot! Part 5 - Moving Emotions

Throughout the whole of this little series of blog posts about our move, I haven't mentioned the relatives and friends that we would be leaving or the range of emotions felt about the move itself. In fact, this time last year as mentioned at the start of this series, a move couldn't have been further from my thoughts. As an acquaintance said to me, you get to a certain age and you're comfortable where you are, with friends and relatives around you and your social/spiritual activities sorted, a move doesn't figure very high in the scheme of things.

Path to Bishopstone 

But it was very much a 'why not?' moment when Alan and I first discussed it. We had spent our last holiday at different Camping and Caravan Club sites, getting into conversations with people who had, as far as I was concerned, done amazing things after retiring - moving from one end of the country to another; going off in their motor-homes for months at a time either around England or abroad; or who were just enjoying life doing their own thing.

Much as I love Sussex, it's people and countryside, my first love has always been the South West.When we started going down to Yealmpton over the past couple of years, that love rekindled to an extent that surprised me. Then to find that Alan was also harbouring similar feelings meant that serious conversations started to occur, remembering how we considered a move a decade before to Tavistock, which, for various reasons didn't happen. Knowing that the years can just pass so quickly made it all the more important to move sooner rather than later. I didn't really wanted to spend my later years thinking 'what if'.

St Andrew's Church

It was a move not taken lightly. We had a lovely bungalow. I was heavily involved in St Andrew's Church in Bishopstone and loved going to the services there and doing 'my bit'. I loved (and still
love!) the church members and all who visited the church. I was in a book club that was associated with the Mother's Union at St Peter's (part of our United Benefice) and enjoyed discussing the books we read, but more importantly, the fellowship with others (and the cups of tea/coffee and biscuits!). I was also in a writing club which was thoroughly enjoyable and increased my confidence in writing, with again some wonderful companions spending time together with something we all loved.

Church Choir Friends

I had friends in and around where I lived where I used to chat to or to pop in for a cup of tea/coffee or, in hot days like this a suitably cooling drink. We encouraged each other, and with some, who I got to know really well, helped each other out when problems struck. I valued their company and support.

I know it was a shock for many when I announced our decision to move. But there are times when a big step like this needs to be taken and you just hope that those friendships are rooted enough to stand the distance. And you realise that it's down to yourself to keep the contact going as much as you can.

An estate agent said to us when we had our house valued, "Enjoy the journey." And I have gained from this 'moving journey' we have been on and look forward to the future - in both the ups and the downs. But I will miss seeing the friends that I have made over the years in the South East. Most of all I will miss being near my step son and his wife, together with the grandchildren. But the world is a lot smaller than it used to be with trips to Sussex for camping a possibility for us together with trips by family and friends to Devon to see the beautiful area in which we now live.

Church Members Socialising

Moves Afoot! Part 4 - Countdown to Devon

Our Moving Van

Having now exchanged contracts and received a completion date, we started to sort all the things that need to happen before we moved - the people and organisations that needed to be informed of our leaving the property in Seaford , with other services needing to know our imminent arrival in Devon.

We had only one week. Time was of the essence. Things really did crank up a few creaky gears to make sure we were going to be with power, water and communication facilities. Only to my horror, we found that we were going to be without a phone line, broadband and satellite facilities for nearly two weeks as they needed more notice than we were able to give them. Alan was thrilled, needless to say.

Days were taken up with me packing the rest of my stuff; most of the household stuff having been packed by Alan very quickly when we had found out.

Letting our friends know was difficult as being so busy during the day I was unable to think straight at night. But we told as many as we could, with my emotions starting to build up in realisation as to what a big thing we were doing.

As it was going to be just after Easter, I also had the services to attend at my church St Andrew's in Bishopstone, which also took up some time. And I arranged a little leaving 'do' on the Sunday before so that I could say goodbye to as many as I could. Time just seemed to slip away with all these things (please excuse the repetitive 'thing' - couldn't think of another word) that needed to be done.

Then when it seemed it would never end, we were all packed and ready to go except those every day items we would need up to the time we moved.

The Garage Boxes

At last the day came. The removal firm arrived promptly and started putting our possessions onto the van. It felt quite odd, as on previous moves we had done it ourselves or had hired from someone we knew. This was unknown people handling our things but they were very good and efficient, making light work of some of our heavy objects. I kept out of the way and cleaned each room as they finished.

Then, with only the garage left to go, we left them to it as we knew we had at least five hours to travel to our new home and needed to get the keys before 5.00pm (which didn't quite happen the way it should have done - but that's another story).

Half an hour into our journey, I looked at the clock. It was midday. I thought to myself, "In the past, that was the usual time for completion."

Three minutes later, my mobile rang. It was the solicitor.

"Mrs Kinnersley?"

"Yes?"

"I'm ringing to say that we have just completed on your behalf. You now have your property in Devon. All the best for the future."

After thanking him for his call, I turned to Alan and told him the news. We smiled at each other. This was going to be the start of a big adventure.

Moves Afoot! - Part 3 - The Waiting Game

(I've taken the liberty of including within this post a few photos which show some of the good memories I have of our home in Seaford. Hope you like them).

Our trip to Devon had been successful, much to our surprise. Now came the legal process of buying the house; the searches and the questionnaires - what's staying and what's going. After a flurry of activity comes the wait.

Our Garden in Seaford

So we sort out stuff, the clothes and gadgets that have outgrown their usefulness. We continue to pack my books, half of which had already been packed to make the place look tidier. In fact my books seem to have become a huge bone of contention and I defended them as you would your 'babies'. I had to face the fact that I had far more possessions than Alan, when you looked at all my craft materials and calligraphy equipment and papers for all my different crafts - all of which needed to be packed. Packing everything wasn't really an option until we had some idea of a date, but we packed as much as we could.

Then came the news in February from the solicitor that exchange of contracts was imminent. We dared to hope that the move was going to be as smooth and stress free as our two previous moves. But that was not to be.

After three weeks, I timidly suggested that we might contact the solicitor to ask if there was any news and for the next few weeks we were treated to a round of delays, all of which were based at the bottom of the chain, with our 'buy to let' couple who were buying our buyers property. First they were looking into a right of way issue; then, apparently, they were sorting out a mortgage (which appeared a little late in being applied for). There were even times when these individuals were un-contactable, even by their own solicitors.

Beautiful 'Black Lace' Elder

Having already obtained quotes for removal firms, we thought to check out a few dates.Our first choice couldn't help us and he advised that all firms were being booked up by the 'buy to let' people for the 31st March. We were advised to book with the first firm that were able to do a 2 day move. This we did, more in faith than anything else as no news continued to be received.

This lack of information continued until 23rd March, with our conveyancer informing us that the buyer at the bottom of the chain was still not in a position to exchange and that from his point of view, the move wasn't going to happen.

Loved My Alliums!

In desperation more than anything else, we sent a letter to our conveyancer and estate agent telling them that if it didn't happen by 24th March, then we wouldn't be moving on 31st March and would then leave it until April. Alan duly delivered the missive to both at 9.00 am on the 24th. Within an hour, exchange of contracts had happened, with completion to occur by 31st.

And what had the delaying tactics of the 'buy to let' individual resulted in? For us it felt like a pressure cooker about to burst. We had got to the stage where there had been so many excuses and, in some cases outright lies, you believed no-one in the end. If exchange hadn't happened, we stood to lose our deposit and more with the removal firm (they wanted the full amount of money by 24th March - £2,000!). We see-sawed between relief that we were actually on the move to anger that you could be held hostage like this. And you were left with the question - why does moving have to be so stressful??

Our Seaford Home

Moves Afoot! Part 2

"If they think I'm going rush around finding another property now, just before Christmas, they can whistle". So spoke my nearest and dearest when being told that, as we had accepted an offer to sell our house, there was, at the bottom of the chain we had just joined, a 'buy to let' individual who, because of imminent changes in the legislation, would want to move before 1st April 2016.

I could understand his point of view. We already knew that there were no properties we were interested in in Buckfastleigh and following our previous foray in October we were, thanks to Rightmove, keeping an eye on other areas we were interested in. We knew there was nothing forthcoming at the moment, also that looking for properties just before Christmas, there might not be the choice. Having just lost the property we had thought was our 'dream home', we were a little sore.

While Alan had a doze that afternoon, I picked up the laptop and, expanded the search area from Buckfastleigh a little. To my surprise, quite a few properties came up; some in the village called Liverton. One in particular caught my eye that I instantly liked the look of. Lumbering into the loved one's napping area, I showed him what had caught my eye. Loved one wasn't best pleased at being woken and told me to go away, but shouted as I went to save these properties I was interested in so we could talk about it later.

Cue for a virtual wander around an area about 4 miles from Newton Abbot, which until now we didn't know existed.

Later that day, we looked at what I had discovered. There were some properties worth investigating in Liverton. So we made the decision to pay another visit after Christmas to Devon, this time staying in a small hotel, which fortunately accepted small dogs, the Furzeleigh Mill Hotel, a charming place with just the right amount of 'quirkyness'. With at least 4 properties to view, our hopes were raised that maybe,we might find one that suited, or even one that, is not completely satisfactory, would be OK to use as a base until we found one better, as part of a five year plan.

It was a rather tense but postive couple (plus Jessie) that made their way down to Devon at the beginning of 2016 . As we came closer to that county, inevitably the excitement built up. We had arranged viewings for the following couple of days that we were in the area, so had no need to rush down. But, having made good time, we were able to visit Liverton beforehand to suss out what the surroundings where three of the properties were, was like. What we saw impressed us, the small estate encircled by fields, woods and hills. Of more importance to my loved one was the fact that there was a local pub, which we visited to refresh ourselves and to gain further information about the village.

As we arrived at the hotel situated near to Buckfastleigh, I switched on my phone to find I had a message from one of the estate agents. Apparently he had been waiting at one of the properties we were to view. In all the rush to sort things out I had agreed the wrong date. Fortunately, we were able to book another viewing for the following day, but it was not a good start.

After a surprisingly good night's sleep, we headed off to our first viewing, a 4 bedroom 'status home'. And it appeared, as with our choice of estate agents, that there was going to be a fairy tale element to it all. This first one was judged to be too big with a garden that was tiny; the second, a really lovely bungalow with a very striking exterior was judged, to be too small. After a quick pub lunch, we viewed the first property again, and found that from Alan's point of view, it really wasn't going to suit.

So it was with a sinking heart that we parked outside the last property of the day. Alan first words as we stopped were, "Well, this is more like it." And throughout the viewing he continued to enthuse about the layout and what a lovely bungalow it was. I did find out later that it was because it reminded him of his mum and dad's property, while they were still alive. Whatever the reason, it did evoke very strong emotions for him. He, in effect had fallen in love.

From my point of view, I was initially horrified. It was all electric. The third bedroom, used as a study was tiny. I could see the amount of work required, but when I started to mention the faults, I was hushed up. I hankered for the first property, believing less work would be required. In its favour, however, was the size of the other 2 bedrooms and the layout of the living room, dining area and kitchen, which was pleasant.

Returning to the hotel having made an offer on the first property (for my benefit), we also decided to make another offer on the third 'just right' property. This offer took into account the amount of work required and was what we both termed, a 'silly' offer. We had nothing to lose really and went to bed after one of the most intense chats of our marriage with no idea as to whether we would end up with a property at the end of this trip.

The following morning, I woke with a splitting headache and feeling generally rotten. Not being able to lift my head up from the pillow without feeling nauseous, we agreed that Alan would keep a final viewing appointment that we had agreed in Buckfastleigh and I would rest. There had already been a phone call refusing our offer on the larger property, and we had arranged, whatever the response to our 'silly offer', to view the other property we had made an offer on in the afternoon. So all I could do was rest.

On his return, when we were just discussing his last unsuccessful viewing, the mobile rang. It was the estate agent from the 'just right' property, to say that our offer had been accepted! And on our 2nd viewing, I have to admit, I could see the benefits. It was a lovely bungalow that needed updating. It is a funny thing though; you can spend hours agonising over a minor or cheap item for the house, or on a trinket or piece of clothing. Yet the biggest purchase you can make is all decided in relatively few minutes.

Returning to Sussex the following day, we were keen to get everything started. From our point of view, it seemed fairly straightforward. But the question still hovered in the air - would we actually get to Devon and realise our dream?

The 'Just Right' House

A Big Adventure - Moves Afoot!

Apologies that nothing has been written in quite a while, but there have been moves afoot (quite literally).

At the beginning of 2015, nothing could have been further from our minds than a house move. We had looked at the possibility of moving to Tavistock in Devon back in 2003. However, too many negatives had reared their heads at the time, one of which had been my poor health. The other had been that we hadn't seen anywhere that we wanted to buy. That dream had been buried with a decision made to move from Brighton to Seaford, opting for a smaller move rather than the big adventure we had hoped for.

In 12 years, life had changed. My health following two operations and other treatment, had become immeasurably better. We had started travelling to different areas, in Sussex, Hampshire, Dorset and Devon on camping trips and experiencing different surroundings and the most beautiful scenery. All of which was very good for the soul.

 And it was in those trips, where the television wasn't immediately available, that there was time to chat, not just with each other, but with the people that we met on sites and in the places that we visited. We talked with those who had moved from one end of the country to another; and from others who were now retired, enjoying regular trips away in their mobile homes. We listened to people just like us, who were now living their 'big adventure' now that they were no longer working. Over time the thought took root - how about a move to somewhere we really want to live, not just for convenience but for ourselves? But where?

Camping at the Runt in Tun

It was during the trip to 'The Runt in Tun' in Heathfield, Sussex (not far from where we lived), that the subject was first broached.
"How about," Alan said, "moving to Heathfield?" We had had a lovely week at the site, enjoyed some great walks and liked the nearby town. It was a possibility we both thought worth pursuing.

So, after registering with Rightmove, I started looking at properties for sale and found that financially it was a possibility. Then, I had a light bulb movement - what about the big move to Devon that we had dreamed about all those years ago? Discussing it with Alan. after checking prices, it also seemed a possibility.

We didn't need much persuasion to go back to Devon. But, as this was now October and because we needed the time to explore, we decided to leave the tent was left behind and to stay in a static caravan near Ashburton.

Before we went on our travels, our home in Seaford had to be valued and put on the market. The decision was made to get three estate agents to visit and to make the choice from them. We had an idea of the possible value, This all took place in a few days and the impressions I received reminded me very much of a fairy tale - the Three Bears. One was too high, one too low and the last 'just right' (ish).

View of Devon from our base

Having found our estate agent, we went down to Devon and started our search. And it was the first property we viewed that we fell in love with. A stone faced bungalow surrounded by trees and shrub reached by steps,a large double garage being beneath. Situated in Buckfastleigh, we thought we'd found our dream home. Our offer having been accepted, all we had to do was to sell our home. Simple!

Except it wasn't. Although we'd had many viewings to start with, our home was either too big, or too far from town, or not in the right town. We had wondered whether we would have issues because we knew that the kitchen and bathroom needed updating, but were assured that it would not be a problem by the estate agent. We were also assured that the price was right, only to have them request to drop the asking price twice in less than a month. The old confidence started to drop.

And then there were the viewings! I'm not the tidiest of individuals - let's just say it doesn't come easy. So to have every day for three months ensuring the house was clean and tidy was my idea of purgatory. Especially when Alan decided that the best way of presenting the house was to pack half my books away and to dismantle a large wardrobe in the smaller bedroom!

Then two weeks before Christmas, we had the phone call that we had been dreading but expecting - the vendor of the property in Buckfastleigh had received another offer. We comforted ourselves with the belief that maybe that property wasn't meant for us. Alan confided that he had started to have doubts about managing the garden, so for him it was a kind of relief. For me, if I'm blunt, it was the loss of a status symbol and I was a very disappointed, but resigned. And the viewings for our house had dried up.

Our home in Seaford

Then, one week before Christmas, we had two viewings and both potential buyers viewed the property twice. Interestingly, I had to do the viewings as the estate agents had said they were busy. And from that came an offer. But what would we do now with no property to buy and all the other potential properties in the area sold subject to contract or totally unsuitable?

Holiday Memories 2015 - Dreamy Devon and Beyond

Dorset we enjoyed with its picturesque coast, towns and countryside. It will be a county that we will continue to visit. But I do have a love affair with Devon, the pull of the area becoming stronger with every visit.

Yealm Cabin

I did wonder when we rebooked to stay in Yealm Cabin this year whether it would be as good as last year. All doubts were banished when we arrived. And the week was if anything better, I think because we knew what to expect, although it is difficult to analyse why.

View from Yealm Cabin

The cabin itself is about a mile away from the main road. The view from it is mainly of fields - not a
view that constantly changes, except for the clouds. Yet we could sit there for hours, just looking - it was so good for the soul, with occasional visits from rabbits and birds - one of which flew into the cabin and then out before I'd realised what it was.

River Yealm

Then there were the walks! Down a path beside the cabin we were able to get to the River Yealm - a suitable soggy route to Yealmpton and a satisfying self-righteous sort of distance to have a bitter shandy and a full Sunday lunch as a reward.

One evening we took a walk 'round the block' to experience the beauty of the area, walking at one point along the banks of the River Yealm, seeing in an hour and a half only one person and some interested sheep.

Gates of Burgh Island Hotel

We also had the chance to visit the glamorous sounding 'California Cross' (which had a Camping and Caravan site, a pub and a garage), Modbury and Burgh Island (of Agatha Christie fame), driving down roads so narrow, you had to breathe out to ensure there was enough space to drive along. Hats off to my dear husband who performed a very nifty manoeuvre to ensure a refuse lorry could pass.

And then it was back home to Seaford, staying again in Dorset.

Our site at the 'Runt in Tun'

Our three weeks away left us hungry for more adventures when we arrived home. And so, in September, we were off again. Our destination this time was not so far away - to Heathfield, staying in a field  behind the 'Runt in Tun' public house. What was only going to be 3 nights turned into 6, with a friendly pub, great food and walks nearby in a lovely part of Sussex. It was a very relaxing and funny time with lots of laughs each day. And the question started to develop for both of us - what about a complete change of scenery? What about moving house?

Holiday Memories 2015 - Dorset Beauty

When the weather isn't that brilliant and we're still in winter mode, it is so good to think back to our most recent holiday, part of which involved travelling through Hampshire and Dorset to get to our destination, a log cabin in Devon.

Except this time, we didn't just drive through Dorset. We stayed for a few days on our way there and back. And what a surprise that was.

For more years that I care to think about, I have driven through Dorset, the usual thought being 'Oh, this is a pretty county - must stop and have a further look,' only that was about as far as it went. I can also remember seeing signposts for Corfe Castle and wondering what it looked like. So when Alan mentioned a stop in Corfe Castle, courtesy of the Camping and Caravanning Club site, I was pleased to have the chance to visit what, in my ignorance I thought was just a small village.

First Glimpse of Corfe Castle

Imagine my surprise to see us following the directions to the campsite and to find an immense hill with the remains of a castle on top, looking broodingly down at us. I was thrilled.

2nd Glimpse of the Castle

The camp-site was about 20 minutes walk from the town and on our way down we were treated to the teasing sight of Corfe Castle, which dominates the whole town. On the day before we left we visited the ruins of the castle itself. An impressive structure even ruined as it is, with amazing views of the Purbeck countryside as well as the steam railway going down to, Swanage and the town itself.

Even better was the public house right at the foot of the castle which produced the most mouthwatering food!

On our way back, we had booked at a different Camping and Caravanning Club site, based at Moreton in Dorset. We must have enjoyed it because we had originally booked for 3 days and stayed for 6, meeting lovely people and seeing some fantastic sights.

The Church at Moreton

Visiting the church at Moreton itself was an experience. Bombed in the 2nd World War, as a result of which all the stained glass windows were smashed, it had been decided to renew the windows with etchings by an artist called Laurence Whistler. The result is a bright and light church interior. When we first visited, the sun was streaming through and the first impression was 'Wow!'. I found that the more I looked at the windows the more I was struck by the detail of the designs and how it matched in so well with this old church. Incidentally, the funeral of T E Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia) was held in this church and we had the privilege to visit his grave in a cemetery a short walk away.

Stair Hole at Lulworth Cove

Finally, we visited the Jurassic coast and Lulworth Cove in particular. For someone like myself who was brought up in St Ives, Cornwall, I was in my element. I love being beside the sea and seeing all those rock formations was awe inspiring, thinking about the energy and time taken to produce the 'lulworth crumple'. What was interesting was that my dear husband was not so enamoured with coastal views, having loved all the things we had seen inland. Well, we're all different, aren't we?

It is wonderful having such beautiful memories to look back on, and even now I'm transported back there by reviewing the photographs today.

Our Local Co-op - 6 Months On

My apologies before I commence. I had intended to write a review of our new local Co-op store after 3 months, 6 months and the a year, but moves are afoot! As I have been preoccupied with these 'moves', my poor blog has become neglected and starved of its reasonably regular posts. I will tell all in a later posting, but, for now I want concentrate on how our local store is doing.

For the reasons mentioned, this is now a review after 6 months, not 3. And what a 6 months it has been. The Co-op has put the C into convenience! It is a joy to walk into, with clean floors, well stocked shelves, an airy feel and friendly staff. I know many of us watched to see how the store would develop, whether it would remain as good as when it started. I am happy to say that it is as good if not better! I think the best word to describe it would be consistency.

There is also a new manager as Conor left the store to work in Newhaven. Bart has kept to the high standards the store started with and wants the store to get even better. Sam, the highly capable and lovely deputy manager has also worked hard to maintain the shop's good name. The rest of the staff, (sorry can't mention you all by name - I might miss someone) are great workers and so helpful.

I know that some would think that shopping in a smaller store is more expensive than at the larger supermarkets, but with the regular vouchers and the special offers, I find that the cost is comparable.

I only have 2 gripes. The first is the parking. Not the fact that it can get crowded - but that the spaces seem to be for slimmer cars. I did have one funny instance last week when, having shopped, I went to get in only to find that the space between me and the next car was not enough for me to even open the door. The driver was on her mobile at the time, completely oblivious to the problem until prompted.

The second is the convenience of it all! It is so easy to pop down and to purchase something you fancy - some wine or chocolate for example. It is doing nothing for my weight loss at the moment!

I think I should close by saying I haven't been asked to write this and Co-op is not paying me. I am just a customer who has been won over to shopping regularly at my local Co-op and like any convert, I want to tell the world.

My local Co-op

Holiday Memories 2015 - Packing and Getting There

One of the most stressful activities prior to going on holiday for me is the preparation. It doesn't

matter whether it’s three weeks or three days, I always wind myself up about what to take with me. And it’s even worse when you go camping, because space is so limited. Apparently, the tent, sleeping bag, cooking materials, gas tank and associated gear are more important than my clothes!

Will it be cold? Will it rain? If we’re going away for three weeks, should I take twenty one changes of knickers with me? Or will we be going anywhere where I can wash things? Or will the weather be hot with no need for jumpers and fleeces? So should I pack sun-dresses, shorts and T shirts? I never know what to pack and it can takes ages just to decide what to take, with clothes being laid on the bed for consideration. Goodness knows what I would be like going on a cruise!

I like to think I'm fair low maintenance when it come to cosmetics and washing gear, but I then have to consider what reading material to take with me, together with the all important notebook to jot down things that occur to me; my Kindle and my MP3 as well as my mobile and the relevant chargers, the sad truth emerges that I'm very high maintenance in other areas.

It’s not just the packing; it’s the thoughts that occur in the days before we go. Will the tent go up alright? Will there be any unexpected holes or other damage to make us vulnerable to wet weather? Will the sites that we've planned to go to be fine? Will the log cabin be as we remembered? I do acknowledge that I am a grade A worry guts. It wouldn't quite so bad, but it is Alan that does most of the work. So why do I worry?

It’s not until everything is crammed into the car and we set off, that I start to relax. What’s not packed will have to stay at home. And it is only when we are all sorted at the first site, based near Chichester that I really start to enjoy our break. With the tent erected, air bed and sleeping bags sorted and Alan cooking our meal – traditionally the first night we always have a curry; all I really need to do is enjoy myself and look forward to the rest of our time away.

Our First Site in 2015 - The Osiers, near Chichester

The Convenience Store That Is (Almost) Too Convenient.

The Convenience Store That Is (Almost) Too Convenient.

Our New Co-op in Princess Drive

Just one month in and I continue to be impressed with our new Co-operative store. When walking Jessie near to the store, I find it fascinating that when people come out of the shop, they’re either saying to their friends who are with them, or to complete strangers like myself what a lovely store it is.

When I do visit, I find all combinations of people shopping together, old and younger – something I never saw in the shop’s previous incarnation. And there is a buzz in the air.

Shopping there is an enjoyable experience. It feels spacious with a wide range of good value products on offer. I am currently trying out some own name products and so far have been impressed with the quality, which is unusual for me as someone who always used to go for named brands.

What also impresses me is the fact that my lovely husband now sidles down there, buying the odd beer or two, or a ‘snack for the evening’. It truly is a convenience store – but it much more than that. With polite, cheerful and helpful staff, a clean store combined with good products, it has become a pleasant shopping experience. Long may it last.

It is my intention to review the store again after 3, 6, and 12 months after opening, just to see whether this is just a flash in the pan or part of the Co-op policy. Having said that, while away in the past week, I dropped into a Co-operative store in Heathfield

and loved the experience there too.

I've seen the Future and its Clean, Clean, Clean!

I know it happens in the best regulated household. Once one piece of equipment goes wonky in the house then all the others want to join in.

First it was the washing machine which starting leaking, resulting in discussions as to whether it should be repaired or whether to spend money on a new one. It was decided that as it had been in the house when we moved in and we had no idea how old it was (had to be at least 10 years old – I’d say a bit more), that we would bite the bullet and buy a new one.

After a visit to a QDA store, we returned home a little lighter money wise with the washing machine arriving the following day, together with a tumble dryer – for those times in the winter when you can’t dry the clothes outside. I'll admit it. I had been seduced by the drying of my clothes in a tumble dryer when we went camping a few weeks ago (of which more in a future post).

 

Then the television started to play up. This was really a no-brainer. It had to be at least 14 years old and bought before flat screen televisions became popular (and more affordable). After a bit of research involving copious hours on the computer, we eventually made a choice and ordered, this time on-line.

Much to our surprise, it arrived the following day, and as we thought to also update our Sky package to HD, it was 5 days before we could switch it on and view the difference.

I had now got into buying mode. So when my dear husband suggested that instead of buying new dust bags for our upright vacuum, I purchase a new one, I didn't hesitate.

It wasn't that it was old – we had only purchased it just over 2 years ago. But it didn't seem to be doing the job and on one carpet in the house, didn't seem to pick up dirt there at all. I had previously been told by a vacuum shop manager that all vacuums have an 18 month life, so I thought now (again) was the time.

Much on-line research later, looking in detail at the performance rates and reviews, I chose a Vax Air Series upright vacuum cleaner; one of the lightest available. Again, doing nothing by halves, I also bought a small hand held cleaner for the car.

Both arrived the next day. I don’t know who was more excited, Alan or I. We put the machine together and tried it on the carpet that had exercised my thoughts and, after it bit of trial and error, not being one to fully read the instructions before trying things out, achieved great success. To say it was a revelation would be an understatement. The carpet actually changed colour and the pile lifted and yes, the vacuum picked up all the bits.

What was more amazing was the amount of dust that was picked up (and I had very recently used the old vacuum cleaner!). I have now fallen in love with a vacuum!

The most interesting part for me was that with all our new kit, I was very struck by how technology had really moved on. The washing machine spin speeds were much increased; the tumble dryer is a condenser one so there was no need to vent it externally; the television had a better quality picture and we could now download series on the television that we hadn't seen till now; and the vacuum appeared more efficient that what I had experienced in the past. It’s a whole new world. I have seen the future and it's clean (or cleaner!). 

Result of Consultant’s Appointment – Astonishingly Good!

We all like to be remembered by people but mainly for good things -for the things that we accomplish or the kind of person we are. I have the dubious distinction of being remembered by my Ear Nose and Throat (ENT) consultant for having really bad nasal passages filled with polyps and other gunk, prior to an operation eleven years ago. After the op, the anaesthetist described the consultant as ‘acting as if he was playing space invaders’ such was his enthusiasm in zapping said polyps.

Since that time and following a further operation a couple of years ago, I seem to have had no further problems on the polyp front. After the second operation, it was recommended that I ‘douche’ my nasal passages every day and use a nasal spray twice a day. I have added to that the discipline of breathing exercises twice a day. All these actions do appear to have helped, even though they may seem excessive to one who hasn't suffered with this seemingly 'minor' problem.

Yesterday marked my regular visit to the consultant to check on the current situation. After a good look up at my nasal passages, which included the use of an endoscope, he pronounced that the state of them was ‘astonishingly good’ and wished he could take photos of said area.

We talked about the past few years and how persevering with my ‘nasal hygiene’ actions really did help. Apparently, persons with my polyp problems usually end up having operations every couple of years to remove them. Either my polyps have burnt themselves out, or, together with the opening up of the sinuses (during the first operation) my good habits are working.

Whatever the reason, I'm thrilled to be in a better state of health. No more nasal infections and face aches, a lack of sense of smell and fatigue. Maybe I will now be remembered as an ‘astonishingly good’ success story.

‘Some have fame thrust upon them’ – Attending the Opening of the Co-op Store in Princess Drive, Seaford.

Apologies for no recent posts. I've been away and have been busy with other matters since my return. But I'm back now with a recent 'happening', which I hope you'll enjoy.

It’s not that I lead a boring life, but this must rate as one of the more interesting events that has happened recently, mainly because it was so unexpected.

“You’re joking,” was my first comment when my husband came back from his morning walk with our dog and announced that we has been asked to ‘open the new Co-op in Princess Drive’ on Thursday 6^th August. His face showed that it clearly wasn't a joke, but he was clearly enjoying the drama of the situation.

“No, really,” he said. “I'm to go back tomorrow to say if we agree.”

“Well, OK,” I responded, “But why us? We’re not important in any shape or form.”

“Oh, it’s because we have talked to the manager before it opened and showed an interest,” he said. “You alright with it?”

I nodded, not really thinking of any excuses why not and went back to surfing the Internet.

Thursday came. Much debate had been had about whether to dress up or dress down. Finally, because of the cloudy, drizzly weather that day, I dressed more for comfort in casual trousers and a top coupled with a grey jacket. We arrived to find that Cllr Mark Brown, who had been the mayor of Seaford last year, was also in attendance. I was relieved – ‘that’s fine’ I thought, ‘he’ll be doing the honours’.

Opening the door

When the time came, after a photo-call, he did indeed cut the ribbon. But then the manager, Conor Gallen, made it clear that I was to turn the key that would open the door - a symbolic opening. This I duly did, thinking that that would be it. But, no – with Conor beside me holding a trolley, I was taken around the new generation Co-operative Store in what must have been the slowest ‘supermarket dash’ in history as we filled the trolley with groceries for myself. This was a first for me and very unexpected – no one had warned me. And it was made worse because Alan walked away – a proud man where unexpected gifts embarrass.

As time went on, it actually became great fun and was for me a much appreciated gesture of the Co-op – one of the many for their opening freebies (for others as well as myself).

The store has been much renovated since its last incarnation as ‘Costcutters’. Structural work had been carried out, enlarging the shopping area, with the design of the shop maximising the space for large amount of products. Having seen a new generation Co-op store just a few weeks ago in Moreton, Dorset, I had some idea as to what to expect. Even so, the idea of having a local store so well stocked and close to home was a little overwhelming.

Later on that day, my husband sent me on a mission to see if they had ingredients for a recipe he was cooking, namely fresh herbs. Even he was surprised when I returned with said items. And while there, it was really good to hear the positive comments of those who were visiting the store that day, who were pleased with the variety and style of the shop. Long may it stay!

Official Opening of Co-op - 6th August 2015

Spring is Sprung!

Spring is Sprung!

Blackthorn blossom

This is the time of year when my fingers start to twitch for the wild flower identification book I have on my shelves. No matter how well I get to know the flowers that I see in our neighbourhood, I always find that at this time, I've forgotten the name and need to refresh my memory.

Near to my home when I walk our dog are twittens. A twitten, for the uninitiated, is a small footpath or alleyway which leads you through from one road to another. Some have been used for many, many years. The one near to me follows on from an old footpath leading to the village near to our town. The 20 year housing development that we live within is built around this path. They act as short cuts. What is particularly good about them is the variety of plants that seem to grow in such a small area, (relatively speaking) and what a joy they are to walk through.

Cow Parsley

At this time of year, normally from about mid April until the end of May, the walker is treated to the white Blackthorn flowers, arriving before the leaves; the Lesser Periwinkle, its purple flowers creeping around at ground level, looking very star-like; wild Forget-me-nots can also be seen, with their pale blue flowers; also stands of lilac and white Honesty, which this year have been particularly good. Finally, there are the Hawthorns, their leaves just breaking out in readiness for their amazing white or pink blossom.

Then there are the plants whose flowers aren't quire so striking but whose structures make a statement, nonetheless –  the Alexanders and Common Cleavers ; the Nettles, which are at present around knee height, their vibrant green hues looking non-threatening – until you touch them; and the feathery leaves of the Cow Parsley which are just about to shoot up their long flower stems with the most fantastic white umbels.

All too soon, as these wild plants continue to grow, especially the Nettles which seem to overtake everything else; this twitten will become strangled for space, with alternative walking routes needing to be found as the path becomes blocked. That is, until the local authorities deem it the right time to cut all these plants right back. Then until the autumn, with the flood of different berries from the bushes, we have to wait until the twitten once more impresses.

A Little Change is Good

I have to admit to being a creature of habit. I like my meals at a certain times; I go walking the dog at a set time and I don't usually like my routine interrupted. But recently, following an issue with where we usually park the car in Alfriston, and, at a friends suggestion, we parked the car a short distance from the centre of the village and walked from there.

I thought I knew Alfriston well. We'd visited many times and I thought we had got to know all the little roads and footpaths. Turned out, I was wrong, because as is normally the case when walking from a different direction, you see different roads, houses and signs. And so we came upon a footpath set between two properties with the words 'Deans Place'.

After some discussion as to whether it was an old sign leading nowhere, the footpath being obsolete, an actual footpath or the drive to a private house, we commenced walking up this increasingly narrow path. It turned out that the first part was a path leading to a house; then it veered round and continued with the waste vegetation from adjoining occupants scattered across the path. Returning to another residential road then back onto another footpath, we eventually arrived just opposite the Dean's Place Hotel, situated just outside Alfriston.

What amazed us was that we had never realised it was there (the path, not the hotel). And it led to a very pleasant time, enjoying  a drink at the hotel and then making our way back to the car via the footpath beside the Cuckmere river, past the Clergy House, looking into their gardens and back into the village. Alfriston is a very pretty village and is still able to surprise.

Clergy House with St Andrew's Alfriston in the background

Spring is Here

Snowdrops at Bishopstone

It is a very hackneyed phrase but Spring is definitely in the air, The snowdrops have been around for a while now, with their superb glossy white petals nodding in the breeze. Daffodils seem to be at different stages of growth - from the green bud just appearing in between the leaves, to the flower bud starting to colour and open up, to the full blown flower. The small Tete-a-Tete daffodil has to be my favourite, but there again, I've always been a sucker for miniatures of almost anything, flowers included.

We have been out and about recently, taking a ride out to Litlington, where we were most surprised to see, at one side of the road, water almost like a lake right up to the edge of the road. It was even in areas where would normally go for a walk. Although we had seen similar sights a couple of year ago, when we had all that rain over the winter, we weren't expecting to see it at this time of the year. Talking to an inhabitant of  Litlington, they said that it was caused by the sluices being blocked, so water hadn't been able to get out. He also told us it had been like this throughout the  whole winter.

When we visited High and Over a few days later we were treated to a spectacular view of the Cuckmere river and the extent of the water penetration of the fields. Other people were there who, on chatting to them we found were regular visitors to this spot, who also were amazed at the sight. And yet another person told us it had been caused by blocked sluices.

View on 10th March 2015

Whatever the cause it was a fantastic sight to
see.

Normal View from High & Over

Thoughts from the death of a friend

It's been a funny (peculiar) start to the year. The month of January had hardly begun when I went down with laryngitis followed a few weeks later by a severe cold. These between them meant that there wasn't a lot I could start or pursue through that month and any work on this blog also took a rather firm back seat (for which - my apologies).

In the midst of this, my husband and myself heard of three deaths, all of friends. The first was a friend from my husband's teenage years; another was a neighbour who we knew was suffering from cancer; and the last was a friend from the church I belong to, who was also in the choir. And it was this one that affected me the most.

Mary's death was a shock. Although in her seventies, she was very fit and regularly undertook walking trips - even spending holidays going away with rambling groups. She had phoned me on a Saturday, the week after I had become ill to enquire about something and, by the following Thursday she was dead; having succumbed to a severe invasive bacterial infection.

The suddenness of it all reminded me how precious and fragile our lives are. Time that we have is often wasted when we don't make the best use of it. We treat our moments as if we have an inexhaustible supply. We leave things undone, to be done whenever we feel like it. We put off contacting friends very often until a time where it is more convenient to ourselves.

Mary

Mary was someone who, I believe did make the best use of her time. As well as being in the Ramblers Association, she was involved in many other activities including the Women's World Day of Prayer and the annual Ride and Stride charity event. She was also a loving wife, mother and grandmother and enjoying her retirement years.

The best thing I can do is to look to her example and make every moment count - ensuring that my life is not lived in a perpetual haze of 'whenever'. This will include:-
Holidays we always wanted to go on and never started planning;
Friends we want to see;
Places we always wanted to go to;
Activities we always wanted to do;

All at the moment consigned to the 'when the time is right' pile.

And the sad truth is that life can change in the blink of an eye, sometimes restricting what we do on a permanent basis. Life is for living so let's live it!

So, starting tomorrow, it being Ash Wednesday and the first day of Lent, I am giving up Facebook games and games found on my mobile phone,which I spend a lot of time on, using those precious minutes in a different way. All I can say at the moment is watch this space.

2015 - More of the same please

At this time of year, it is impossible to look forward to the new year without looking backing at the old one and musing. For me, it has been a good twelve months, with many things having occurred that I would never have believed could happen. So what are these things and why do I feel so surprised?

A Happier & Healthier Maria

Well, almost three years have passed since the operation on my nose and I still feel amazed and grateful at the improvement to my health. I appreciate that I'm still going to have problems - chronic fatigue doesn't fade away. But the things I can do now that I found hard or even impossible for many years! All I can say is more of the same please.

In 2013, I made the decision (at last) to lose some weight, having come off the steroids after polymyalgia rheumatica. To date I have lost a stone and feel so much better for it. For this coming year - more of the same please.

Our Holiday Cabin

In 2013, Alan, Jessie and I went on a holiday, the first we have had with our dog and the first two week spell that we have had in years. One week of this was spent in a log cabin and was the greatest fun. For more about that read my holiday blog posts. The other days were spent under canvas and were also hugely enjoyable and a great learning experience. More of the same, please.

We also took the opportunity, as we had the tent, to visit villages in the north of East Sussex (the county where we live). We experienced beautiful countryside, lovely people and huge laughs along the way. I didn't think I would take to camping in the way I have done and am so looking forward to the different places we intend to go to this year, when the weather warms up a little. So, yet again, more of the same please.

Husband & Jessie

Finally, I am so lucky to have a wonderful and patient husband and a lovely dog, who have been my companions on most of my adventures over the past twelve months and, for this coming year, more of the same please!

Weighty Thoughts

Over the past few years, because I have not been in good health and at one point was prescribed steroids for a long period of time, my weight has steadily been increasing. I knew this because the clothes I had no longer fitted as well, if at all. I had read that one of the side effects of steroids was that they stored fat in the abdominal part of the body. This meant that my waist was non-existent and I become in shape much like a cylinder with a bulge in the centre.

My mind has a habit of ignoring the obvious. I had assumed that on my return to better health and having come off the steroids, that my weight would just fall without me doing anything. How wrong I was.

It was only when my dear husband rested his hand on my stomach, in that way that a husband does to  his pregnant wife that I realised that things would have to change. I felt uncomfortable; everything felt tight and I wasn't happy with myself. But, what to do?

The day after that incident, we had my stepson and his wife over. Charlotte had lost a lot of weight recently and looked exceptional. During our conversation, I asked her how she did it. She told me that she had followed a slimming programme with Weightwatchers. So, with much scepticism, I joined up for three months. The said feeling of scepticism wasn't against the company, but me. I love my food. My idea of heaven is a large slice of coffee and walnut sponge or any fruit crumble and ice cream or both, if possible. But something had to change.

I joined Weightwatchers on a special 3 month offer. Looking at the different plans, I came to the conclusion I could do this. And so it started.

Myself before the Diet!

At first the weight came off relatively slowly. I would get a three pound drop one week, then a week or two with nothing to speak of. The worst bit was when I went five weeks at the same weight. But gradually the weight has fallen. To date, I have lost eleven pounds and have dropped a dress size. And, I can hear you ask, has it made a difference?

I can truly say that it has. Camping was a bit of an ordeal, with the bending and stretching involved, I would end up with acid indigestion. Just recently we went camping and I had no problems at all. Another good thing is that I've lost a few centimetres around my waist. My stomach is no longer prominent and I have had to put a new hole in my belt. This means that I can wear dresses and skirts without feeling self conscious. Finally, because I'm doing more exercise, I have this feeling of well being and enjoying life, which has to be a good thing.

Now I look forward to further weight loss and reaching my goal weight. I can see it ahead now and am patiently working my way towards it. It is funny how something I thought would be really difficult has become a way of life now. Long may it last.