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Monday, 15 July 2019

Breaking Ground

As we mentioned before, the whole Brexit debacle has pretty much killed any chance we had at getting a mortgage or funding through conventional methods and financial institutions as Spain is terrified that all the expats will run back to the UK and leave their debts behind them. 

It would have been so easy for us to give up, after all we've been through so far, to put the land up for sale and come back to a miserable life in England with our tails between our legs.

But I think you and I both know that was never going to happen. Anyone that has followed this blog for a while likely knows by now that we tend to not let a little hardship put us off reaching for our dreams. It wouldn't be any fun if it was easy, right?

And so we decided to push on. To self fund, to save as much as we can every month and chip away at building our dream home. We may not build the house as fast as we had hoped but by the gods we will build it one way or another! With this mindset, we finally broke ground




On a triumphant day for our family, Using a friends digger we started excavating the footings.



One tiny trench for mankind, but for our family it was a major victory to finally have something physical to show for all of our hard work. There's still some digging to do before we can pour the concrete but I'll be sure to keep you all updated on this part of our adventure. Me and Carly will also be doing some Vlogs chatting about the project, our progress and all the things that crop up along the way, we're looking forward to uploading the first one very soon.
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Saturday, 13 July 2019

Never-ending Mending

And I'm back! The blogger app doesn't work for me now, it hasn't been updated in years and will not allow photos to upload any more. luckily I've found a third party app called BloggerPro and I'm back in action again :) So lets have a look at my Never-ending Mending trews.

Sashiko Boro Mending Frugal Thrifting Homesteading
visible mending - back of combats
Last year I stumbled upon visible mending and got a little bitten by the mending bug.
prior to discovering visible mending I would always try to make any repair invisible, as if it was something to be ashamed of. Visible mending teaches us to celebrate the damage and celebrate the repair using bright colours and decorative stitches, and it is also a very forgiving form of mending that even a complete novice can pick up and give it a go. 
 At the time my favourite pair of combats were on their last legs and in desperate need of TLC so before they got to the scrap heap I started practicing some visible mending techniques to pull them back together.


I started at the back where the pocket had a tear in the corner along a stress point


Visibile Mending - Sashiko rear end mend
When I first started mending this set of jean I had never sewn anything other than patches, so I was pretty much making it up as I went along! 


sashiko crotch repair - Mending clothes

The next area that received a dose of my early mending was wear in the crotch area that needed a bit of reinforcement.

Patch repair - sashiko mending
I had a patch with a slight defect but it was perfect to use for the inside of the crotch repair to add some strength and a cheeky hidden message!


sashiko pocket rear end mend

The other pocket also tore out in the corner and I love how visible the progression in my hand sewing is in this image compared tp my first attempt. 
Presstud repair
one of the presstuds on the back had torn out of the flap so a quick magic mending sorted that one out, and on close inspedction one of the poppers on the front was also about to rip out which leads me to the front of the trews.




Never-ending Mending - Front
My last mend on this pair was to immobilise and reinforce a very small rip that was forming above the pocket.

Starburst Sashiko mending
This mend was probably my favourite one. Throughout this project I've really discovered a love of hand sewing and how therapeutic it can be to sit and sew for a while, I'm already planning my next few visible mending projects :)

Do you practice visible mending or do you prefer invisible mending?




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Tuesday, 2 July 2019

Blogger App Issue

One of the main reasons I have been away from blogging is that I can no longer seem to upload images from the blogger app on my phone? is anyone else having issues with this? It's a major pain to have to upload every single image through my laptop instead of being able to blog from my phone whenever I have a spare minute :(
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Saturday, 26 January 2019

There Are No Small Steps in a Revolution

revolution
/rɛvəˈluːʃ(ə)n/
noun
noun: revolution; plural noun: revolutions
"a dramatic and wide-reaching change in conditions, attitudes, or operation."



Hi, I'm Tricky and I'm still here.

It's been about 8 months since I last sat down to write a post on this blog, and at the time I was not in the best of places mentally. It's almost surreal looking back on the trials and tribulations of the last 3 years, I barely recognise the fresh faced young man that got off the ferry to start a new life here in Spain. Carly has written about the saga of our dreams out here so I wont go into huge amounts of detail, but here's a quick recap of whats been going on in our lives to bring you up to speed;


  • We had a nightmare selling our house in the UK, it took WAY longer than it ever should have, had several false starts and cost us a small fortune not to mention setting us back quite a bit.
  • We had another nightmare buying the land, we were told it would take 30 days and in reality it took the best part of a year, which was a year we hadn't planned on having to hang around and ate into our savings because it was a years rent we hadn't budgeted on paying.
  • The architects, town hall and general bureaucracy of Spain showered us with yet more expenses and setbacks.
  • Living in limbo for the best part of 2 years finally took its toll and Carly found me in the mountains tying the last knot as I planned to hang myself from a tree.
  • New Years Eve 2017 Carly's mom and dad Diane and Terry have a near fatal motorcycle crash leaving them both badly injured, Diane suffers a broken neck and multiple other fractures needing months of care and physiotherapy
  • April 2017 we finally get all licenses and permissions to start building our dream homestead...but we've run out of money because taking wave after wave of setbacks finally catches up with us.
  • We apply for a mortgage with a couple of Spanish banks and spend the next 6 months being messed around in a big game of chinese whispers that concludes with basically we cannot get a mortgage now because in light of Brexit they have changed the rules and do not offer mortgages to non-residents, and we have not yet applied for residency since we have no house built yet to reside in!

So that's what we've been dealing with. Sounds awful doesn't it? It's been hard, I'll tell you the truth at times it has almost broken us all. And yet, through all the hardship it has pulled our family closer together than ever before. 

We're in this together, we've got each others backs. 

And it hasn't all been thunderclouds and rainstorms. We've managed to uproot and move country in one of the worst economic climates of all time. We've immersed ourselves in a new culture and built some incredible new friendships with people that are really on our wavelength. We've grown two businesses that allow us to call our passions "work", and spent every single day alternating between working at home and homeschooling our children, getting to spend quality time with them every single day and watch them grow as amazing tiny humans. We've eaten incredible homecooked meals every day together as a family. We've rescued two crazy puppies and watched them grow into the two sweetest dogs you could ever hope to meet.

That's what has kept us breathing. Has everything (or anything!) gone to plan? Hell no. But I'm going to keep telling it how it is. It's not all fairytales and rainbows but I respect the people that read this blog enough to give them the truth. I'm not the same person I was when we came out here. This journey has found every crack in my armour and used it to shatter me as a person, but like a forest fire clearing the way for new life it has given me the opportunity to piece myself back together and take note of what is truly important in life, and it's never the things you don't have its always the things you DO have. And what we have right now is opportunity. We're young, we own land, we have the legal permissions in place to build on it, we have all the green lights in place to make our dreams come true and all we gotta do now is keep our wits about us and find a way to make it work. Because come Hell or high water there is no way this family will ever give up.

2019 will be our year. There are no small steps in a revolution. In the last couple of weeks we have planted 12 new trees on the land and numerous native herbs, cacti and wild flowers. I've thrown myself back into permaculture and been re-designing the vegetable gardens and layout for the land using the new knowledge and perspective that our time out here has given us. This Sunday we are digging the foundations for the house ready for concreting. In spite of everything that has happened things are finally moving forwards, at a slow but steady pace.

I invite you all to join us on the journey because I'm going to return to blogging and sharing our shenanigans.

Planting trees with the children for a better future

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Wednesday, 23 January 2019

Forward Motion

I just want to start by saying how grateful we are for all the comments, messages and words of encouragement that we have received since our last blog post came out last week. It's really helped our overall morale but it's also given us some food for thought too.

To update you a little - if you remember towards the end of my last blog, I spoke about how the bank we are currently working with to get a mortgage have pretty much ghosted us. We were waiting on an urgent review of our house valuation and survey which had been done incorrectly(they'd only valued our land and not the house project. Duh!). When we called on the deadline day, our bank contact wasn't in. She still isn't back at work now, the manager is apparently away until the 17th of December. The person who is working in the bank at the moment told us that the bank have changed their rules and will not be granted mortgages on any new builds and now she is not returning my phone calls. Fantastic. So we haven't heard any more news since then and to be honest, we spent a while feeling pretty much lost and like we couldn't move forward.

But then we changed our minds. Ok, so we don't know what is happening with the bank right now for certain, but it obviously seems like that's not going to work out. So do we give up and mourn our house dreams that never came true? 

Hell no. We find another way. We are warriors. 

Our architect gave us the details of a couple of Eco specific mortgage/lending companies and we have contacted one. Maybe something will come of that, who knows. But we've decided that we're not going to wait around.

The thing is with our self-build is that we don't need all of the money upfront.  There are bits and bobs we can start with. We can get the ball rolling. We might not have a big nest egg of savings, but we do have some money spare each month, and so we've decided that it's best to chip away, little by little. To keep the forward motion going. To feel like we're getting somewhere.

So we've decided to break ground, we're going to dig and pour the foundations. 

We know that our biggest outlay for the house build will be all of the timber we need for the frame. But before we get to that stage we can get the foundations ready, we can build some temporary shelter and toilets, we can plant some trees, we can do some things, at least. Maybe we can run some courses and gather up some money for the timber that way. We've had some ideas of how we can try and get some extra money in. Maybe all this hassle with the banks is a sign that we're not destined to have a mortgage. We need to be flexible and ready to try different things. Who knows. We're gonna figure it out.

But making a start is important, and so, as always, we're gonna jump in with both feet and see where we land. 







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Thursday, 29 November 2018

When Life Doesn't Give You Lemons...

It's been a little over 6 months now since I last posted on the blog. I've struggled to talk about what has been going on because to be honest it's been pretty unbearable, but Carly has managed to write a post that will bring you up to speed on the roller coaster we have been on so I'll post a copy of it here for those that are interested in our journey - Tricky 


When Life Doesn't Give You Lemons...

OK. I've started to type an opening line at least 12 times now and then proceeded to backspace every single letter...This is gonna be a tough post to write. I can already feel a lump in my throat forming - a physical manifestation of my words getting stuck.

No one, particular thing has lead me to write this post this evening, but there's been a nagging in the back of my mind. A gnawing that I can't ignore any longer. So here I am.

This isn't a post that's full of devastating news. But it's real, and it's uncomfortable and mostly it's hard to accept, let alone write about. But I think I need to. It'll be cathartic in the least and hopefully, it could help someone one day. Perhaps even myself when I read this back to myself in 20 years time.

I don't really know where to start - hence the waffle. I'm just gonna dive in head first, I guess.

So, if you're a friend or family member, or maybe even a follower of this blog, or one of our other blogs, you might be able to think back and remember our big dreams. Let's start there - the Dream.

We had a dream. In 2016 we sold our 3-bed terrace in Essex to uproots and move to Spain. We would buy a plot of land in Spain. We would build the eco-house of our dreams. We would implement permaculture into our land and our lives. Live a good, slow life. One full of nature and wonder and happiness. We would create our paradise and find a way to share it with others. A way to show people who were interested in that kinda stuff that it was possible. That if we could do it...well, then surely anyone can.

But, that's the thing. We haven't done it.

...yet.

I'm adding the 'yet' on because that's an important and integral word right there.

I'm not ready to give up. Not yet. So I want to share our journey so far and continue to share it, because I'm sure there must be other people in a similar boat and maybe there can be some strength found in solidarity, because I need to find some strength from somewhere.

Let's start at the beginning...

When we sold our house in the UK we had made a healthy profit of around 70k. We originally thought that that would be enough to purchase our land and build our house. If you recall, we planned on self-building from the start and so the cost for building our house wouldn't include labour costs, luckily (thanks Dad). So not only did myself (Carly), my husband Tricky and our 2 children up sticks and move to Spain, but also my Mum and Dad. The 6 of us decided to go on this roller coaster together.

The first hurdles came when we were selling our house in the UK. Months of delays, buyers pulling out, valuations coming in way under the agreed sale price...hell. Tricky and my Dad moved over with a lorry full of our belongings while myself, my Mum and the kids stayed in the UK for a month to finalise the sale. We had no furniture, no beds...it was not ideal! In the mean time, the boys had arrived in Spain to a cockroach ridden partial cave house that definitely did not look like the photos on the rental website, and spent a month panic cleaning and organising to make the place livable before we arrived with the kids. After living apart for a month, and with the sale of the house no closer to being completed, we decided to go ahead and move anyway. Whether we stayed in the UK or not, the sale would go ahead at it's own pace, right? Actually, it left us with no money to live on for months when we first moved over to Spain. My business had only just started to make a decent amount of money and it was sporadic, and so we struggled. Hard.

The rental house in Spain was grim. I'll be upfront and tell you that when we moved in, I wondered how we were gonna stick it out for a year, but I honestly believed that we would only be there for a year tops! I figured that once the house sold we could buy the land which we were told would only take 30 days, and then we'd start the building process.

How bloody naive. The sale of the UK house took 6 months to go through. Remember that we already picked our plot of land before we moved, and so we pretty much marched straight into the estate agents to get the ball rolling for the land purchase once the house sale money went into our account.

30 days my arse. So the sale of the house finally finalised in January 2017, and we finally signed at the notary for our land on the 8th June 2017. Oh, that wasn't without it's hiccups either - we were told when in the notary office, pen in hand, that there actually wasn't any water connection to our land. Great. But we went ahead with it, because what else could we do? We hadn't seen any other similar-sized plots in our region, with the option to build, for that sort of money.

We'd already got the ball rolling with our architect. Now, don't get me wrong, our architect is amazing and the plans she have made are everything we could have ever dreamed of, plus an extra sprinkling of amazing just for good measure. BUT. And it's medium sized but. The architect fees are more than we had anticipated. Way more. When we first met with the Eco build specialist company who our architect is in conjunction with, we showed them our plans and told them we were on a tight budget. By that point I think we had about 35k left after purchasing the land. They made it sound like it would be totally do-able for that sum, as we intended to self build etc. I'm not passing any blame at all, and this is not a dig at our architect who is also now a friend, but it's a dig at our own naivety and lack of budgeting effectively.

It isn't just the house stuff. Everyone's mental health has suffered since we moved here. This rental is not a nice place to live. Cave houses are not fun, folks. They're dark and depressing and stale. Tricky has made it no secret that he intended to take his life that summer. The stuggle just got too much for him. Luckily, he didn't as I managed to stop him in time. But the weight of the living situation and lack of forward motion was obviously taking it's toll.

As if that wasn't enough, a bigger bomb drops.

On New Years Eve 2016 we planned a family visit to the land. We were gearing up for starting the build and we just wanted to be over there, and set the intentions to build our house the coming year. Myself, Tricky, the kids and our 2 new dogs went in the car and my parents followed on my Dad's motorbike. Mum and Dad didn't make it to the land. They had a terrible crash on the bendy vineyard roads about half way there and my Mum broke her neck. I can't go into it too much because I still find it too upsetting. Ultimately, Dad managed to scrape by without any broken bones but with bad tissue and muscle damage and was bed ridden for a few weeks. My poor Mum wasn't so lucky. She spent a night in ICU with severe concussion and memory loss. She had a cave in one side of her head, by one temple, that looked like someone had smacked her with a baseball bat. AND she was wearing a full face helmet when she crashed. She had other fractured bones too but the neck was worrying. Because of the language barrier we didn't learn of the broken neck for a couple of days. Not until they came to fit the rigid neck brace. I stayed with her in hospital for 4 days and nights, sleeping in 5 minute bursts on a solid armchair while my Mum cried in pain every couple of hours. Whether from the fire-like pain in her hands and feet (the nerve damage) or the pain from the neck brace being fitted incorrectly and literally cutting a chunk of her scalp away at the base of her head...it was an actual nightmare that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

She came home after the 4 days in hospital but had to spend 8 weeks in a rigid neck brace. She'd fractured C5 and C6 vertebrae and had a lesion on her spinal cord. How she survived, no one knows. She's a miracle. None of the Dr's can believe that she has managed to recover with minimal nerve damage to her hands and that's it. We battled pulled groin muscles, depression, bed sores, not eating, anger....all of it.

But boy, were the first few months of 2018 tough. My business is run by myself and my Mum, so while she was recovering, I was having to try and keep the house running and the business a float. I think that despite my best efforts, we did eat into our savings. One woman trying to hustle enough to keep 6 other people and 2 dogs and 6 chickens alive on little to no sleep and a hell of a lot of stress, was not an easy feat. My brother had come to stay, and we had so much help from friends, luckily. I don't think we'd have got through it otherwise.

But, despite the odds, Mum and Dad both recovered. Fast forward to April 2018 and our house plans had been complete (Projecto simple) and the town hall granted our building permissions. Amazing news! It was just what we needed after the past 4 months from hell. We went to the land on the 16th April 2018 which we agreed with the town hall would be our official start date, and we spent that windy day with our architect and technical architect plotting our house, and marking the foundations. What an amazing day. Being able to see the outlines of our house on our ground was pretty incredible.

But the thing is...we'd run out of money. We'd spent thousands on architect fees, license fees applying for mortgage fees...and now we had nothing left to show for it but our dream house planned out on paper and drawn out in spray paint on our land. Torture of the highest degree, let me tell you.

When we realised that money was running low we applied for a mortgage of 75k. We figured that would be enough to build the house, furnish it, pay the fees, get the decent bio digester and the rest of it. But that bank decided at the last minute (after 6 months of back and forth, paying yet more fees for surveys etc) that if we wanted a mortgage for 75k, we we would need to have the difference between the mortgage amount and the house build estimate, in our bank as a deposit. The house build is valued at 150k in the projecto simple. But the thing is, the house build estimation is based on employing contractors and labourers and skilled tradesmen. We are planning to build ourselves, (my dad is a constructor and amazingly talented handy man) and so we wouldn't actually need to pay out for any labour costs. So if we wanted a 75k mortgage, we would need 75k in the bank. Well obviously Mr Bank Manager, if we had 75k in the bank, we wouldn't need a mortgage!

So, we tried a different bank. They agreed that we wouldn't need to show a deposit in the bank as they would take our outlay for the land and architect fees into account. Amazing! But, they didn't work with the same surveyors/valuators that the previous bank did, and so we'd have to agree to have the land and project surveyed again. The valuation came in from the last bank at 254k as an estimation for when the house build was complete. As we were only asking for 75k, that would be easy peasy, they said. 4 weeks and it would be sorted, they promised. That was July 2018.

Finally, 2 weeks ago, we were called for a meeting at the bank. The survey had finally been done (for some reason the survey company didn't get the 4 week memo). The valuation came in at 54k. How is that possible for what will be a 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom, 2 kitchen, A rated Eco-house on a 5 acre plot of land? Well it wasn't. They had only valued the land and not the house that we wanted the mortgage for. So the bank ordered an urgent valuation report to be done, with Friday just gone as the deadline. So, we call on Friday and our contact at the bank is not in. Monday, not in. Manager isn't in either. No one seems to know what is happening. We get told that the lady we are dealing with at the bank is ill and will be off work for 14 days. We get told the manager is on holiday until the 17th December.

We then get told that actually, this bank has now changed the rules, and they won't lend a mortgage on a new build. Over the phone. Like it was no big deal. I'm sorry, WHAT?! After months of toing and froing, after money wasted on insurance policies and new bank accounts that we were told to open and take out for the sake of the mortgage application. All we needed was the survey to be done correctly and we could sign the papers. And now this. We fall at the final hurdle.

I've done pretty well to not swear so far, but fuck my life. My fight is running so fucking low right now and I just don't know what to do. Why have things been this tough? Why is everything a fight? Why is it such a struggle? I feel like all the odds are stacked against us. Is the universe telling us to just give up, because it really feels like it sometimes. I'm a fighter, I don't give up easily, but I'm pretty damn close.

But the thing is, we want this. We need this. We could not build a house in the UK. We could not afford a house in the UK. We could not afford to live on what we do here, in the UK. We are not willing to go back to the 9-5's, daily grind, that we gave up.

I'm incredibly aware of our privilege as I spew this blog post out. We are self employed. We have our dream creative jobs, working for ourselves. We set no alarms to wake up early. We get to spend so much time with our kids and watch them grow up. We own land. We have a lot of freedom.

But we're also in a rental that was only intended to be lived in for a year max. We stress and worry constantly about how we will build our house. We've sunk our life savings into this project and I can't, no refuse, to believe that this is the end.

I don't know the way forward right now, but I will fucking find one. I promise. And I will update the journey on here more frequently.

I had always put off writing on this blog until we'd started the build. Until it was real. But that's not authentic. This is part of the journey. I always said that this blog would be somewhere we'd share the real shit of our house-build journey, and I didn't feel like it would be legit to share anything before we started. But no. That's not what's gonna happen. I always said that the highs and the lows would be documented to maybe help someone else in the future, and so I will share. Even if I only have the lows to share.

I'm signing off with a picture of my warrior, Rori that we took when we were last on the land. She reminds me everyday to be fierce and strong and to keep fighting.


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Friday, 25 May 2018

Blogging Break

I'm afraid to say there will be no Five on Friday this week, or for the foreseeable future.

I'm taking a break from blogging to get my head straight, I apologise for the inconvenience but hardly anyone participates in Five on Friday any more so it seems a waste of my energy to continue investing myself in it every week. I may restart it if/when I return to blogging but at the moment I need to take time to get my life back on track so I'm cutting back on any commitments that are not completely necessary, I am sure you understand.


I wish you all the best and will catch up with everyone when I am back on track
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