Looks like it's red gooey stuff in a very hot place without any darlings with wings or trumpets!

At last we have gone to see the house for real.
Now I know all about travellers, hippies and eco warriors and being a positive person I thought I'd prepared myself for mayhem.
I often joke that i live with a bloke that hasn't decided whether his hero is Steptoe or Dell boy from Only Fools and Horses.
Bearing in mind we often as human beings model ourselves on who we admire....be very very sorry for me!
No one and I repeat no one could have prepared themselves for the property or the vendor we saw today.
He described himself as a wizard, but surely even wizards have to touch down occasionally with reality.
Flying away on his magic carpet he showed us where we could put a geodeasic dome, where he had put his sauna, complete with nudes on the wall and a massage bed....knocking shop or what?
We could put a tarp over an outbuilding and rent it out to the local council...the fact it had no water, sewarage, electricity seemed to have passed him by.
Wave his magic wand!
The outbuilding had full planning permission for conversion to residential....residential what?
The roof was a combination of wood tin and perspexe and the homemade staircase was a deathtrap!
Mr H was very keen i go and look....silly man he's the one with a will!
The main house, a typical Pembrokeshire house probably dating back to the early 1800's was delightful from the outside....inside I'm not sure what is holding up the kitchen/dining room which is on the first floor.
I love the steps and balcony leading from the outside,through beautiful french doors into the kitchen....i can see Mr H and I having morning coffee there in the early spring sunshine....after all it will probably be too wet the rest of the year!
Two large sycamore trees are to the rear of the property, complete with tree house platforms and rickety steps....Perhaps i should get the kids to write wills?....and to the south a large pond with an island and a man Friday hamock.
All i need now is a man Friday!....Calling Mr H!
The mad vendor maybe a wizard after all becaue i am enchanted. I leave Mr H to haggle while i sit in a dubiously constructed deckchair in the rain thinking...Heaven!