House and gardens
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I just noticed the price.
€475,000.
I'd move here if I could and I don't even like cold weather.
Once again, U.K. property at a surprisingly low price point.
What could you get for this much in the U.S.? A lot of you were careful or a pile of new built junk if you weren't paying attention.
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Yeah, but what if I were in the market and wanted splendid isolation?
The town where my father's house (now sold and part of his estate) is about a half an hour to the east of the Metro North commuter railroad to NYC (the line following the Hudson River with its terminus in Poughkeepsie) and about fifteen minutes west of a Metro North station in Pawling (the line running to the east of the other with its terminus one county north in Wassaic).
I grew up with that. It was great.
It's probably why my father's house sold in thirty days.
But, I wouldn't be upset about living in Scotland (except medical care; that was a fiasco in Hawaii).
1/4 of my ancestry is Scottish.
They're Scotts-Irish, technically, but from everything I can tell, they assimilated.
It's a beautiful place.
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It is. Outside of towns it's often rugged, remote, windy wet and rainy much of the year and with midges.
But on a sunny blue sky day in the highlands with scudding cotton wool clouds on the mountains and their reflection on a loch, there's a wild beauty that touches your heart.
Ireland has a similar feel. -
A tiny biting fly
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Oh, I see.
Our Florida flies are dormant now but they swarm in groups of hundreds in late evenings in Summer.
My roommate knocked out all three of his bedroom window screens last summer for reasons I can't understand. They were rotted. He was going to replace them?
Anyway, the mosquitoes (yes, ours draw blood) would swarm into the house every day.
I would have 25 or 50 in my room biting me all evening and all night long.
My skin especially around my shoulders, the back of my neck, my chest, my lower arms, my lower legs and my feet had so many bites my skin itched so badly it felt it was on fire, and as badly as it felt, there was never any time to heal, because it kept happening, as I said.
I can laugh about it now. Well, not really laugh, but though I have a graphic memory of it, I have no memory of it actually happening, meaning how it felt physically nor the stress that was involved.
The memory can be kind, forgetting the actual trauma of this kind of thing.
I've lived in remote places. I don't want to do it again.
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