..in Gotland. I am moving into my new house. Parts of it are well over 100-years old and today I found some beautiful antique things in a cardboard box..
This is the view from my kitchen window towards one of my farmhouses in the rear of the garden.There are quite a few barns and old buildings (a former black smiths workshop, a former saw mill, a carpentry, one barn with plenty of old fishnets) belonging to this old house set in this devine garden.
The first load arrives to unpack..
The sun sets in the west as seen from one of my living room windows. It is a beautiful december day and I spend the first night trying to make out all unfamiliar sounds. But there are none. Everything is as peaceful as can be in this old house of so many different levels and angels and rooms up and down.. An architectural wonder! As those old houses often are that have been added to over the years. Most of the things are handmade, like the entire kitchen with its sturdily crafted drawer´s chests. Hidden cupboards are found in every wall. The heavy ironcast stove for logfires..Everything is so functional, probably eternal, and non-fancy. I don´t really feel like renovating a thing! The house has quite a history too. A long, long almost epical family story. I will now be part of this house´s history. I recently got to know so many of the lovely people that used to live here and are able to tell me the stories of their ancestors from the old days..A housewith a soul.
Today I will start to write my own history in those walls.
How priviledged I feel to be part of this!
