Neighbours

I walked down to the shop in the village today, did my stuff. The people in the village seem very open and friendly. This is a good thing.
The lady in the shop told me about a way back up to the cottage through the woods. There's a waterfall, which I photographed, but it didn't come out very well. There's also lots of bluebells at the moment and my picture came out rather well.
I also met my nearest neighbour, Terry. He's a mountain of a man and we had a good chat for about half an hour. He said he'd bring a rotovator to my garden so I can plant some vegetables. he said I'd better get on with it as it was getting late in the year to be planting. Late in the year! Its freezing still. Its supposed to be May, but its so cold.
Terry lives in an old house a few hundred yards away over the fields. I'm looking forward to meeting  his wife Ellie. Maybe we could have a drink or something. If I'm honest, I'm starting to feel just a bit isolated here. I may go for a long walk to explore a bit.
I have the fire lit every night and I have a few candles lit. Its quite cosy.  I might get a cat. A cat would be just the thing.

Its a start

Forgive me if all this is a bit awkward or difficult in some way. This is my first blog ever. I won't be doing this every day.
I have just got myself a very small cottage high above a Northern dale. The house has just two bedrooms, and a bathroom, one room downstairs and a small kitchen. It has an open fire but no other heating (I must try to remedy this)
Outside, there is a large grassed yard full of bits of rubble. I will make this my garden. i may grow vegetables. there's also a couple of stone sheds, one of which must be for coal and the other obviously used to have a toilet in it. It has a magnificent view of dark brown moors  from the seat. I wonder if I could reinstate this?
My nearest neighbour is about a quarter of a mile away. I haven;t met them yet.
The shops, such as they are, are down the hill. half a mile, maybe, but a long way down. There's two pubs in the village and one grocery shop, a tea room and a post office.
This is a wild place but is just turning green as the spring slowly spreads up the Dale.
There are a few flowers and lots of birds. I think the noisy ones are curlews and there's some black and white birds that fly oddly and sound like squeaky toys.
I have lit the fire and I have several candles burning too. I have a small bottle of scotch and the TV is on. The curtains are drawn agaainst the night noises outside.
I assumed that the countryside would be quiet, especially at night. Nothing of the sort. There's all kinds of things scrabbling about and sqeaking and hooting out there.
I've been here two weeks now and I've learned to hunker down after dark. dark comes later and later, though. This is nice, and a bit of a surprise.
I like it here.