Shutters closed, things packed during many days and transported
with the trailor to another house where they will wait till we
get a new place nearer to our home in Germany.We drove
twelve times - (just for me to remember)
This is the farewell - last bundles of waste, my two bags. Below: A look into
the inside - the grange - with a quilt of nine hens
The rocking horse - DH-made
The hens - (ok, no good photo)
The view from one of the windows downhill
at times with neighbour‘s pasturing cows
Treasure box of our barefoot-guys - when they -
the grandchildren were a few years younger
containing two beautiful stones and a bottle with some cash and other
They dug it into the earth - but the following year they undug it again
to see if it was still there....
This is the family from whose descendants we bought the farmhouse 22 years ago.
We made the acquaintance of the two youngest ones. They visited us
and wrote their names into our guestbook.
The tree house constructed by DH of course, with the help of grandsons
The farmhouse situated in the hills
With good eyes one could even make it out on the photo below - in 800 m altitude
We had a lovely time up there mostly with the family - very often
also with friends - in summer and in winter - and it was comfortable
due to the renovation skills of DH
We are happy that a very nice family will now be living in the house
named GHUERRAFOLLET on an old map in the books of the townhall.