by Exmoor1 | Feb 28, 2022 | Blog Post, British, British humor, British humour, Exmoor, Humor, Humour, immigrants, immigration, Living abroad, relocation, search for home, Travel
I’ve had enough of February, 2022; mostly my own fault. I didn’t have to put the powerlines to my Exmoor house underground; it was just a nice-to-do to improve the view. The process required digging up the driveway, dismantling stone walls and excavating across the...
by Exmoor1 | Jan 28, 2022 | Blog Post, British, British humor, British humour, Exmoor, Humor, Humour, search for home, Travel
Another session of writing late into the evening. February 21st – the date the editor expects my latest novel – is barrelling down the tracks towards me. The driveway project is due to start around then too, requiring masses of attention to detail, like...
by Exmoor1 | Dec 30, 2021 | British, British humor, British humour, Exmoor, Humor, Humour, relocation, repatriation, search for home, Travel, writer, writing
My Exmoor home sits in the middle of a secret garden, which in turn is surrounded by an old stone wall, over six feet high. Not exactly Hadrian’s Wall but it still provides a private, sheltered, safe space. Inside these walls, it’s an oasis of calm, protection against...
by Exmoor1 | Oct 31, 2021 | Anglophiles, Blog Post, British, Exmoor, Expatriots, expats, hiraeth, Hireth, Homesickness, Living abroad, relocation, repatriation, search for home, Travel
View from the bathroom: Title of a book? Podcast? Punk band tour? Horror film? Maybe not. Hardly catchy or warm and fuzzy or exciting. But this week, now all the boxes have been moved into my new home, ‘view from the bathroom’ is my favourite phrase. I had to make it...
by Exmoor1 | Sep 30, 2021 | Anglophiles, Blog Post, British, British humor, British humour, Exmoor, Expatriots, expats, hiraeth, Humor, Humour, Living abroad, relocation, repatriation, search for home, Transatlantic, Travel
Wrinkles add character to our old friend This couch may not look like much now. It’s grubby and wrinkled and sunken in the middle. The cream colour is hardly reminiscent of anything you’d pour over your crumble. Even the dog struggles to clamber in and out. It’s like...
by Exmoor1 | Aug 31, 2021 | Anglophiles, Blog Post, British, British humor, British humour, Exmoor, Expatriots, expats, hiraeth, Hireth, Humor, Humour, Living abroad, relocation, repatriation, search for home, Transatlantic, writer
And just like that, the end of summer speeds at us like a tourist heading for the last table at an inundated cream tea shop. It’s been a weird old summer, hasn’t it: part supposedly post-pandemic, part not sure, part ‘no, we’re definitely not out of the woods yet’....
