the goodwick project

 
 

The year was 2006, the 12th August to be exact. Three things happened on this auspicious day. One, I reached the grand age of 60. Two, I retired from a life in Air Traffic Control and three, Chad and I embarked upon the search for a new home.


During the preceding months leading up to the auspicious day we had discussed, deliberated, argued, laughed and cried over the next major step in our lives. Should we sell the old house or should we renovate. Should we buy new or should we buy old. Let’s find a plot of land and build our very own I ventured. Stunned silence. Once Chad had recovered from my insane suggestion we continued to argue and deliberate the impossibility of finding a plot of affordable land and in the remote circumstance that we did find one what on earth would we build on it. I finally persuaded Chad to give us one year to find a plot and immediately set too to find it.


Where did we want to live? Well, somewhere in the south of England and perhaps a little towards the west. Wiltshire, Dorset, how about Somerset? We subscribed to plot search and began to trawl through the ads. Several months passed and I had reached the river Severn. There were very few attractive plots and those that were, were way out of the financial ballpark. Should we cross the Severn?

chad & keith decide to build a house

Clockwise from left,  3D image of the house Lower Fishguard StenaLine Ferry

Fish sculpture