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We drove back from North Wales in record time and were back in Westbury Close before the sun had set. The Sunday afternoon found me at the offices of 1Van1, at Liverpool airport, renting a Citreon high sided van. £100 later, accompanied with my dad and wife, we drove to the wifes old work and obtained the third part of our mystical sofa. The mystical sofa was nearly complete all that remained was a house big enough to put it in.

The following day, my father and I set off for Brierley. Over the hills and far away. We had managed to squeeze at least 50% of our furniture into the back of the van but we still required keys to gain access to the new property. We arrived in Brierley shortly before 2pm and were joined by Dobs (the wife’s youngest sister) and Pat (the wife’s mum). While we waited for the keys we enjoyed a picnic on our new back lawn (the one usually viewable via the Gardengate Cam when it works).

 

Soon the keys arrived. Then the wife with Yoda and Mrs Mopp but still there was furniture and stuff to move across.

Father & I returned to Liverpool and loaded the van again. Mum had done a bloody good job of cleaning the old house and the back garden was looking a bit bare having had the plants moved to the back of the van. By 8pm we had emptied the house and garden (leaving a few potted trees with Justine the neighbour) and I waved goodbye to Westbury Close.

That evening I stayed at my mum and dads and the following morning Father and I did another drive over the Pennines with our furniture laden van. Returning the van to Liverpool on time and driving back to Brierley on my own. Tuesday night I snuggled up to my wife and we spent our first night together in our new house.

The next morning we set about unpacking boxes and making the house liveable. First port of call was the attic. Was it suitable for storage? Was it a candidate for conversion?

 

The answer…probably not. The hatch way is too small for starters and there was a lot of dirt and decades of dust accumilated up there. Besides there was a whopping great wall directly in front of the hatch preventing further exploration.

Disgruntled we set about organinsing what was to go where and took many trips to B&Q and the like. By Friday we were both worn out so on the Saturday we took some time out to explore.

  
Wakey Wakey

We drove to the farm shop at Blacker Hall. Blacker Hall (they have a website but I can’t be arsed to find it) is on a bigger scale than Yew Tree Farm in Halewood. They have bread and a deli for starts and they also have a larger selection of meats. Unfortunatley they are expensive and we have since found an alternative shop in Pontefract called Farmer Copeley’s which is marginally cheaper than Blacker Hall.

  
Merry and the wife enjoyed Blacker Hall Farm Shop

  
Blacker Hall is blacker than Black Hall but not as black as Blackest Hall

I was pleased to see that they also did Cream soda

  
celticblissy likes to rub this stuff on her boobies – OFFICIAL

The evening was spent having a meal at the China Court (one of the Barnsley area’s finest (and fewest) resturants) 

The holiday drew to a close and by Monday I was all set to start my new job at New College, Pontefract.

But you can read about that in part 5