Angelika took us down to see the house. The route from the main house to the small one we would be staying in was precarious, and I wondered if in fact we really needed a sherpa. There were many unlevel stone steps downwards, made all the more precarious by carrying Rhett, and finding our way by torchlight.
A quick tour of the house showed us two main things -
1: it's massive, and space will not be an issue.
2: it's extremely rustic (for rustic, read 'utterly basic'). There is no oven as such - just a couple of electric rings and a wood burner, which resembles one of those old fashioned stoves you used to see in Ladybird books - a small box in the corner with flames in the middle, a single pot on the top (in this case, containing boiling water), and a chimney rising to the ceiling. I doubt we'll be cooking much in it, because inside is full of burning logs and there's no room for anything else. Whilst Twinkle is not a foodie, I think she's already missing her luxury kitchen with double dishwasher, huge fridge and the ability to cook cakes. And we've only been here for 4 minutes.
We discovered that whilst the house is plumbed for central heating, it's too expensive to run, and we also didn't appear to have any hot water running from the taps.
Tara began to panic.
That night, we slept briefly, before both realising we were both shivering in bed - wide awake. Rhett was snoring, but did have icicles hanging from his cot - well, ok, I exaggerate, but it wasn't far from the truth - this place is Cold with a capital C. Never before had I felt so uncomfortable, or worried for our survival. There was a shower, but with no hot water, this would be useless. We tossed up various dilemmas including pulling the plug completely because of utter unworkability, but decided to sleep (or rather shiver) on it, and speak with Angelika in the morning.
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