So this is stuff I do, stuff I make, stuff i grow and stuff I learn along the way. So somehow I ended up ‘up north’ in a pretty much derelict bungalow aka: The Nest.
Bungalow- I do hate that word. Conjures up images of cute little old people baking and tending to roses! I am not old (well not that old!), and when we moved in I could neither bake or tend roses.
The garden, and house for that matter, was a tad over grown I affectionately call her the Jungalow as it sound a bit less granny.
The Jungalow is a huge project both inside and out. No-one lived here for about 8 years. The garden is a wasteland and the inside is firmly stuck in a floral and artex version of the eighties. Literally every wall/floor/ceiling has one or the other on!