While looking for potential homes, before our Yorkshire exodus, I looked at houses near the river Mersey, but was a bit nervous. I found a government website which showed just how much rivers flooded nearby land. The Didsbury floodplain did indeed stretch perilously close to some of the southernmost streets. There goes my dream of living near a river.
My dream house was a semi-rural cottage with a fully-equipped recording studio basement and a river passing the end of a luxurious lawn. I guess I would have bought it with the royalties from my multi-platinum-selling albums which don’t exist.
Still, we’ve got to dream, haven’t we. Do our dreams become more realistic as we get older? More attainable? I’ll let you know when I sell my 100th limited print.