4 months living in Sarratt and I still can’t quite believe we are actually here. Me and Mr A have spent the last two and a half years scouring Rightmove and estate agent’s windows looking for the perfect period property to come up. A life time of living in suburbia has made our dream of country life a yearning that simply wouldn’t go away and in my head I could see myself in the idyllic Georgian vicarage, with tall ceilings, stuccoed walls, all surrounded by a rolling landscape.

Dreams rarely come true and when the 1970’s bungalow came up, it can only have been fate that made us go and see it. The house had no redeeming features. A concrete tiled roof, yellow brickwork, UPVC windows and an avocado bathroom suite. It literally ticked no boxes on our wishlist and yet…

It had a serenity within its setting, good vibes, whatever that means, and most importantly space that we could do something with.

So, 6 months after that first visit, a traumatic legal process and many, many nervous nights where we expected it all to collapse, we moved, lock stock and barrel, on a warm sunny Autumn day and stood, slightly shell-shocked that our Sarratt dream had become a reality.

The view on the right more than makes up for the loo on the left!