The Beginning of the end
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You always know when its time to move on. You may deny it, you may interpret it as something else, but eventually the moment strides up to you and just stands there, right in your face. Thats when it all breaks down: its the beginning of the end.




Before it gets that far, its always worth looking our for the signs. My favorites are when the electrical stuff starts to break down. This week the strimmer on the land broke, my mobile phone packed up, the generator at last keeled over, the solar inverter caught fire and our gas fridge (the one everyone kept telling us: - whoa, gas fridges, now they
never go wrong.) went seriously wrong.

So, do we prop up the old regime or vote for change?

We have chosen to do both. Repair the old whilst planning the new. The house has been repaired and so in theory goes on sale today as a symbol of this change.
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We have put so much energy and time into the place its time for new blood. We love living above the clouds, it is unique, it is very very special and it is unlike anywhere we have ever lived before. But, unquestionably now it is time to let go and move on.

To consolidate the decision, this morning we handed in the notice on the town flat. Interestingly, friends do not argue us out of this decision. What does that mean? Do they want us to go? Do they think that we wont do it? Signs! Unlike Coelho, I havnt still learnt to read this universal language.

I am trying though.

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