Moving house

Hiya
I'm moving house. Two-and-a-half years to the day after arriving in Oban, I'm leaving the town. Mind you, I'm not leaving the Oban area but have moved just a few miles south, to a small village called Kilmore.
It's beautiful here, very quiet, and I simply couldn't resist the opportunity of coming to live in a bungalow with loads more space – at last I have a proper office, and a big kitchen, a decent-size sitting room and a spacious bedroom, plus a guest room with a double bed and en-suite shower-room, and then there's yet another spare bedroom! Plus there's a utility room and a biggish, rather old-fashioned bathroom but with a newish power shower so one doesn't have to run baths from two single taps to be clean. One of the best things here is the garden, which has a burn running down through it. Lovely. The birds will be frequent visitors, I hope.
There was snow on the hills as I drove south to collect my new key, to take over the house, to be shown how it works.
And the rain was relentless as the movers shifted some of the big pieces – my bed, my desk, a futon sofa – and about sixty biggish boxes, most of them full of books and heavy as a Highland calf.
Off to bed now – the stars are out!