An Unexpected Twist.
|Mad Dave, the big poseur.|
The auction itself, held at Derby County Football Club’s Ipro Stadium, was an exciting affair. The bidding started slowly and finished fairly quickly. I stepped in late on, with a wicked rush of adrenaline, and to my surprise secured the winning bid at a price considerably lower than we expected. I hadn’t really gone expecting to win it. I’ve had a lot of expectations confounded in the last two weeks.
Fortunately Dave is a chef at the Ipro so I sent him a text message to tell him he owned a wood and he came scuttling through to the auction lounge in short order.
It’s a very exciting thing to be the owner of a wood. I’m also still a bit shell-shocked.
We’ve been asked by lots of people what we plan to do with it and the short answer is – we don’t know.
We have a lot of idea’s bubbling away in the melting pot, some realistic, and some fanciful. One thing is for certain though and that is that we are only temporary custodians for the next generation. We have a duty to nurture and protect it, and to help it flourish with minimal interference. It will be a place of sanctuary, it will be a place of joy, and we aim to share that joy with others too.
And it has a babbling brook meandering all the way through; how about that then? I want to shout out things like OMG! and WTF? 😀
I’m so excited about it that I have even spent several evenings googling compost toilets; I have become a veritable over-night expert on the subject of odour control and construction methods.
We should be exchanging contracts very early in the new year. I think I might burst with frustration before then. I want to grab my spade and dig a toilet now. OMG! WTF?
This one is going to be a very long journey indeed, perhaps an entire lifetime. Stick around and join us for the ride; I’ll be blogging the whole journey right here.
Having spent ten weeks virtually living on my bicycle and then having two weeks of zero exercise my muscles are starting to rebel. They are aching and it’s time to get those pistons firing again. The winter is a great time to go trail running so I think I’ll dig out my much neglected shoes and stretch my legs again.