Chas woke up in the early hours last night, as she does, to go to the toilet. She heard the screeching of a fox outside, and decided that she must remember to close the bedroom window so that she wasn’t disturbed by this continuing un-nerving eerie noise. It wasn’t until she returned to the bedroom that she realised that it wasn’t a fox. It was me, snoring…


Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.