Monday, June 16, 2014
I really have nothing worthwhile to say. Life is... just the same: good in some ways, but with some real sadnesses in it too which I find impossible to shake off. So - irrelevantly to all this - we've been watching after-dinner programmes about people who build their dream homes, which always makes me want to go off and buy a piece of land and have a house built.
It would have to be in Scotland. I could move away from Scotland only to be nearer all the children, which with one here, one down south and one up north is impossible. And even then... it would be hard. Ideally this house would be in the country (I ignore tiny problems like having to be near a bus service when we get too decrepit to drive) with a view of distant mountains in one direction and the less-distant sea in the other. It would have a garden of about an acre, mainly laid to lawn (in slow-growing grass...) but with a wonderful herbaceous border - mature but again slow-growing. The house itself would be in the Arts and Crafts style - but new, so that it wouldn't need major repairs. Perhaps Lutyens would like to come back from the dead to design it for me; or Frank Lloyd Wright, maybe? Or possibly Daughter 2, come to that, who is still alive - an advantage in an architect. I'd like a double-height room somewhere and also a cosy study with a view over the garden and I'd like it to have internal views from one part of the house to the other, but also nice private little spaces. And lots of wood, preferably with interesting shapes.
Not much to ask really.
Being more realistic, I'm sometimes tempted to move to a small town, maybe North Berwick or Haddington, which are in East Lothian, 15 or 20 miles away from the city. But really, with Daughter 2 in London and Son in Perth, neither of these is practical if we want our departed children to be able to visit us reasonably easily. We might, however, move back to the east side of Edinburgh, where I come from - near the sea. But can we be bothered? Or will we just stay where we are? Daughter 1, Son-in-Law 1 and the grandchildren live nearer that side and the journey across to them, through the city centre, is somewhat tedious, so it would be lovely to be nearer them. Thus any move that we might make is dependent on where they are - and they're considering moving house too (though they're not decisive people and there are various other factors affecting any decision they might think of making). So... who knows?
I do feel a bit restless, though.
Where would you live, if you could choose within not-too-impossible reason?