You can expect to find content about my interests. They may not be your interests. Selfish I know. I hope you find something you like though.
Let me begin with a recent trip to Sardinia. Relaxation. Relaxation. Negroni. Fire planes.
The not web home
SEPTEMBER 2025
Bedford. Glasgow. Munich. Bedford again. Chippenham. Birmingham. Chippenham again. Malmesbury. Ashton Keynes. Clapham. Tooting. Highbury. Loughton.
By 2002 – aged 29 – I’d moved house 12 times. I liked the change. So it’s strange that I then stayed put until now. 2025. A great house, in a nice town, on a great road, with the forest at the end of it. A tube station less than 10 minutes away to take us to London. The M25 and M11 within 10 minutes drive. Not so strange after all.
So why move now?
A collision of three things. First, the ever-nagging frustration that our house is just a little too small now. Second: opportunity – the right house (perhaps), in the right place at the right time. And third, is that love of change that never really went away.
Floor plans and ideas. But first, mortgages and valuations and lawyers.