Welcome to Bosworth Life

Well hello there.

If you’re reading this then it’s all gone to plan (or as to plan as it could have gone) and I’ve refreshed my blog to reflect our recent house move.

I’d been Life at 139a for ten years, which is a long time and although I’d never felt the need to change before now, now feels right.

When we first started to look to move house people were quick to ask if I’d change my blog name - back then I was ‘no, why would I, 139a can be a virtual space for wherever we go’. And in some ways that’s true, it has been a big part of our life for the twenty one years we lived there, but we were also so, so ready to move. It wasn’t until we got to Nottinghamshire, that I realised I was also ready to move my blog on too.

So why Bosworth Life?

I was always going to keep the life element of my blog name, as the things I cover are more wide reaching than just house and garden, and I didn’t want to feel constrained by a name. Bosworth is part of our address here, and so it was a fairly obvious choice.

Our new house is a new build barn, which is quite an unusual concept, and I toyed with variations about life at the barn, life at the new build barn and many more. But none felt right, and some felt quite similar to names that were already in use. That was a disappointing find, as when I wrote the post sharing that I was mulling over a blog name change, that was where I thought I’d go.

But it didn’t turn out that way.

I checked various names with Bosworth, and I was sold when I realised the .life suffix worked with it. It may not be as normal as a .co.uk or a .com suffix, but it is a lot cleaner and it makes me smile.

A cleaner look and feel

Now I like stuff, and I like my stuff - but something strange has happened as part of our house move. Like many people moving we’ve gone through years and years of ‘essential’ items pruning as we go, recalling memories and finding plenty of things we’d long forgotten about.

I thought we’d been pretty ruthless, but as we unpacked in our new house with its bright, white spaces we had a rethink, and have got rid of a load more stuff. We’ve been here two months and are only just getting some pictures on the walls. And we know that all we had before won’t all make it onto the walls here, which is another surprise to us both.

And so it makes sense for me to refresh the look and feel here too. The old logo was pretty minimalist, but this one feels cleaner and brighter - though I realise some may say dull (and that’s ok just please keep it to yourself!).

So what’s next?

Now I’ve got this new space set up I’ll also be changing my social channels (wish me luck!), but I’m also hoping that the refresh will inspire me to share more about our move, and our new house. For some reason I’ve held back as it didn’t feel a good fit under the Life at 139a banner, which given what I said before about it being a virtual 139a is odd, and that cemented the idea of a new blog name.

We’ve also got a whole new area to explore, so that’s exciting too. The countryside is right on our doorstep, as is the local history - the last battle of the War of the Roses, the Battle of Stoke Field took place close by in 1487. Newark is less than four miles away, Nottingham about seventeen miles - and there’s plenty more to explore in between and beyond.

I’ve also - finally - got a dedicated craft room here, so no more having craft supplies scattered between rooms, and it seems I’ve been collecting a fair amount of stuff, so I’ll be aiming to use some of that too as well as finish the projects I have on the go, and start some of those that I’ve planned. Though be warned, that list has grown!

So exciting times, and I can’t wait to get started - thanks for being here to see how it goes!

Mulling over a blog name change

Well typing that title was a bit of a surprise to me, but that’s what I’m mulling over at the moment. And I don’t know about you but when there’s something to mull both my unconscious and conscious mind take part and not always in the balance I’d like. The consequence is that things start, but don’t always finish, some things end before they’ve started and generally I don’t get anywhere near as much done as I’d like to.

Back when I first shared on here that we were looking to move, one of the first questions people naturally asked was “will you change your blog name?”

Back then my answer was a definitive no, and while the whole business of moving house was taking place that was firmly my intention. Since we’ve moved people have asked again if I’ll change the name here, and I’m much less sure of my answer.

I’d thought that our house - 139a - was very much part of us and our lives together - it was our first house together, we celebrated our engagement there one snowy February day, and even held our wedding reception in the garden. It has hosted many friends and family gatherings, most recently for our combined 110th celebration (two fiftieth birthdays and ten years of marriage!) and it obviously has lots of memories, as houses do. And while we were ready to move, and had emotionally detached from the house I’ve been surprised by how little I think of our old house (even if at times I do still refer to it as back home!) and MOH feels the same too.

We’ve been in Nottinghamshire not quite two months, and we already feel very settled. We’re so glad we carried on with the faff to buy this house - that’s a story for another day - as it immediately felt right, and even more so the day we moved in. Buying it took a while to make it happen as we first viewed it in August 2022, with the most recent and final viewing in May 2023 - the short version is we lost it twice, but got there in the end.

But anyway I digress.

Because our new house feels so much like home, and has done from when we moved in, renaming my blog and moving away from 139a feels like a logical step. Which is a sentence I never thought I’d type, but I am and it feels right. Last February I celebrated ten years in this space, and things change, and that’s ok.

The tricky bit is to what, and that’s what I’ve been mulling.

Even writing this post has made me realise that a name change will happen - even though it brings a fair amount of work, and needs to be looked into in more detail, but it’ll happen because it feels the right thing to do. I’m pretty sure there’ll still be ‘life’ in there somewhere as my blog has always been about more than the house and garden, but what exactly, who knows?

I’ve a couple of ideas which I’ve started to check out on social media and google searches, and one looks more promising than the other. But it’s a tricky one, as I don’t want to leave it to long that inertia sets in, or even worse that in the interim someone nabs the name, or something similar (I think that’s probably unlikely, but…)

The other thing writing this post has done is to help me think things through and free up some space for new stuff to take - and hopefully that will be on the creative side, and help with what this space will become. It’s something I want to get right the first time, I don’t want to be changing it every week or so, but I’m happy that I have the startings of a plan. I do like a plan!

In the meantime though I’ll be carrying on in my current guise, but just know that a change is on the cards, but it’ll still be me with the variety of posts you’re used to.

Until then, enjoy a picture of the Red Arrows flying over our house, as they did on Wednesday afternoon!

Random? Yes, but a pleasant discovery! There’s an an RAF base a bit further down the road and the Red Arrows were just part of an event taking place that us, and other people close by could benefit from. Who knew we’d have such entertainment annually right above our heads!

My (new) garden in July

The subtitle for this post could be, and now for something entirely different!

If you follow me on social media, or have read posts here recently then you’ll know that at the start of July we moved house. It’s been a long time coming, but that’s for another post, and it’s also meant a brand new garden. And brand new is a pretty good description of it too. Our new house is a new build, and so the garden is very different from that of our old house:

• Here we have some very young trees, rather than the well established trees we had before.

• Similarly where our garden was long and narrow, here it’s much wider but not as deep though it is still a good size. MOH says that every time he looked at the garden when we were viewing the house, it got bigger! And there is much more lawn for him to cut here.

• We do have a rather nice wall at the rear boundary of our garden, we have one wooden fence (rather than the many panels we had before) and there’s another brick wall to the front.

I’m sure there’s more differences too - I mean, I don’t even know what soil type we have yet - but no doubt it won’t be too long before I discover more. But let’s start at the beginning with move day.

I was quite clear which plants and pots I wanted to bring with me, and I don’t think it was as many as perhaps MOH thought. I was also clear which I was bringing for the plants, and which for the pots and in some cases both. I’d planned ahead (and in some cases well ahead) by putting plants into pots. The peonies were potted up into pots at the end of last summer, and the dogwoods went straight into pots never actually making it into the soil at our previous garden. The rhubarb had remained in a pot since we brought it back from the allotment, and with no space for it it was doing its best to survive.

At one point when the move got tricky and more complicated than either of us ever contemplated, I emptied some pots which had bedding plants from the year before in. Solely because empty pots would cope better with a period in storage if it came to it, and if I needed to make temporary arrangements for the pots with live plants then it would be easier to do. In the end it didn’t come to that, but it was really close, and with my right hand out of action I was glad I’d made some advance provision just in case.

The plants (and empty pots) which came with us were lined up along the main planted area of our new garden. And most haven’t moved very far from there since. We’re starting to get out into the garden now, but as with any move, there’s always a lot to do and most of that is naturally in the house.

When I said our garden couldn’t be more different, this is what I meant:

Yes, quite different isn’t it? It’s not quite as stark as that though!

MOH thought I’d reject this house based solely on the garden, but he hadn’t realised how big the planted bed by the vehicle entrance was, or the appeal and challenge of starting a garden from scratch. So it was far from being rejected, it will take a little time to decide what to do, and to make it all work. But already we both think the move was worth it.

The planted bed, which is both inside and outside of the brick wall is quite large and it’s here that will keep me busy for a little while as the plants have enjoyed growing freeform for a year or so. Some have failed completely, and some have thrived. I recognise some, can name others and will need to observe some more to see what they do, as that will help identify them - and of course there’s always the plant identifier apps should I need them.

In June’s garden update I said how the hares appeared to be edging ever closer to the house curious and anxious about the move, well they are still enjoying pride of place on the edge of the new patio. I’m used to seeing them there now, but for the first week or so we both kept doing double takes thinking there was an animal out there looking for food.

This is the view from the kitchen/living area of the hares and the garden beyond. It really is quite calming, though I’m not totally sure the hares are enjoying their more exposed position given the wind, rain and sun they’ve experienced since arriving.

The removal team moved a few of the larger pots straight into position for me which was really helpful. The acer was definitely in the plant and pot category, and is now enjoying pride of place outside our back (front) door. I say back (front) door, the door is at the back, but it’s used like a front door. See, it didn’t take me that long to go ‘all country’ did it? Our actual front door, which is as tradition dictates on the front of the house, is used primarily for post and deliveries.

The olive tree, which was previously up against a fence and in front of the mock orange, now has access to 360 degrees of sunlight and it’s thriving. In fact even more so since I took this photo. I’d given it a small trim ahead of the move to remove any branches which look potentially vulnerable and to give it a (slightly) more uniform shape - well as uniform as it could be with the back so bald. This one was definitely in the plant not pot category, the shape is good but the paintwork has been peeling for a good few years, but now it’s here it’s growing on me.

A visit to mum and dad’s meant we left with the plant that dad had been growing for me. We think it’s a nectarine, which dad planted the stone from. This is it after eighteen months, so it’s given a good return on the care vested in it. Now it was here, all I needed to do was the same, the only thing was we hadn’t even started opening greenhouse or shed boxes, so my first job was to find my gardening tools.

I found them eventually, they were in one of the last few boxes we opened. Typically. But thankfully everything was all together - we made use of the packing service available and some things have ‘jumped rooms’ as we’ve unpacked boxes, so it’s been quite a discovery at times. (Though generally it was worth it, and nowhere near as expensive as I imagined it to be - especially when looked at as a percentage of the removal costs in general, and with there being a relatively short period to pack everything, and to do that without a right hand made the whole decision a no brainer for us).

With my tools and a bonus trug found instead of getting this into a pot I left it in a trug of water overnight for a long soak. It was - and still is - temporarily lodged within the trellis area to give it some protection from the winds, which have been quite un-July-like (as has the weather generally).

But finally it was in the largest pot I had, with new (newly bought) compost, a new stake and its branches untied. I’ve also taken off some of the intermediary branches, as I have an idea that training it espalier-like will be a good idea, and if I’m lucking planting it in front of the wall. I didn’t bring any of the tall 6ft canes with me, so I’ll need to get some of those, but my plan is to make it a frame similar to those you can see on the left in the photo below (those trees aren’t mine, sadly).

I’ve no idea what the soil is like in the garden, and especially in front of the wall - and at some point I will discover whether it’s a typical new build or if it’s farm heritage will stand me in at least some stead, or not. But that’s definitely for another day, and it’s likely this may need potting on into a larger pot in the interim too.

I’ve long known buddleias to be attractive to bees and butterflies, but boy, it’s not something I’d experienced first hand. Until now. they love this bush, which while on the other side of our wall is still our garden. I think it’s a self-seeded bush though which gives me a dilemma - it’s great for wildlife, but is growing so close to one of the young trees and is already close to swamping it. There’s no other buddleias in the planted areas, and many of the other plants are duplicated, which leads me to believe it’s self-seeded, but as I said, it’s been full of butterflies and bees. So much so that we often see ‘drunk’ butterflies having a snooze in the gravel, so losing it would be a big loss.

My plan is to wait until the flowers die off, then to cut it back with the intention of repotting it - aiming to save it and bring it onto this side of the wall so that it can continue to service the wildlife. And if it doesn’t survive, then I’ve the offer of other self-seeded plants to try, and failing that I’m sure I could source one in a local garden centre.

Now that my gardening tools had been unearthed (pun intended) I was keen to get among the planted area to see what was there exactly and to restore some kind of order. Not much, admittedly but I’ve started on the inner bed to bring some exuberant plants back under control and to stop them dominating those close by.

We have plants that have enjoyed the freedom to grow wherever, and some which haven’t enjoyed being grown over quite so much. Some have failed completely, which is no surprise given the extremes of temperatures we’ve had over the past year, and some like these elephant ears are just about hanging on.

There are another couple of clumps in this area, so they’re clearly fine with the garden generally, but for whatever reason this clump wasn’t so successful. But wouldn’t you know it, the elephant ears are the only plant I brought with me which were already planted here - what were the chances of that? So this clump will soon be making friends with those from London.

MOH has started to think about cutting the grass now, it’s very much his domain and I’m more than happy for it to be. One morning though we spotted some white/beige things on the grass, thinking initially they were leaves but realising we don’t have the trees we had before, and nor are there any that close by where these could have come from. And even if they could, they wouldn’t be brown just yet. Closer inspection identified them as mushrooms, we’re not knowledgeable enough to know if they’re edible or not, and without expert knowledge it’s not something I’d try either.

The one small tree that we have in the lawned area of the garden is this small crab apple. I think dad’s disappointed it’s not a proper apple tree, but crab apples can be useful too. We had one before on the allotment, that one was large, old and quite out of control but it produced a good crop. I’m hoping as this one is so young - and currently laden with fruits - that we’ll be able to make use of them, and control how it grows. Crab apple jelly goes with most things right?!

The largest pot I brought was the rhubarb. It had been in this pot since we brought it back from the allotment, and it didn’t have a great position in our last garden and so it didn’t thrive. Here though, it’s another of our plants which is doing really well, the stems are the thickest they’ve been for years, and so many more of them too. We may even get to eat a few this year, they’re that good.

I plan to plant this into the border into one of the spots which had a failed plant, but I’m just working out which one and if it’s large enough. It’s not the right time to move this now, so I’ve some time yet though once it’s moved it may mean a year of not pulling the stems, but one more year won’t make that much of a difference.

We also don’t have a greenhouse here. I have plans for a very small greenhouse at some point, but not yet as we want to see what the garden brings, and work out the best place for what I have in mind and even if we can incorporate a space for growing vegetables - I’ve a space in mind, which is small but could work though I need to work out if the practice matches up with the theory!

However just the small amount of gardening I’ve done this month has made me realise just how much I enjoy, and how good it is to potter, so I’ve set up my greenhouse staging in the garage for some impromptu ‘greenhousing’ - and while there’s clearly not the light there, the warmth of the sun through the garage doors will be ideal for helping seeds to germinate ahead of something more permanent.

But that’s what gardens give you right? The incentive to plan, grow and change - and to enjoy both the fruits (and vegetables and flowers) of your labour, and the headspace being in nature brings. So far from being a garden that disincentivised me, it’s one that’s opened so many possibilities, and many more plans!

But neither are something to be rushed, and that’s ok.