The story so far

Daniel and Josh
(some time ago)

Lyncott is in a small rural village a few miles from Barnstaple in North Devon.  We moved here from Islington, North London in December 2008.  Ours was a classic move-to-the-country gambit – get away from the stresses of London and find a more peaceful, relaxed existence.  If you can do it (and we recognise how fortunate we are to have been able to do it) we recommend it highly.

Eva

About us

We are Daniel, Eva and Josh.  Daniel used to work in media; Eva still does.  Daniel has done bits of consultancy and teaching recently, but he’s now in the third year of what he expects will be a six- or seven-year mid-life crisis, and is still finding himself.  Until he succeeds, he is working hard at being a full-time househusband and gardener to avoid the charge that he’s just an idler.  Josh was born in Barnstaple in February 2010.  He is very cute.

About Lyncott

Lyncott

Built around 1760, Lyncott is believed originally to have been two farm-workers' cottages knocked together in the 1950s.  Part of a large farming estate until the 50s, it was redeveloped and sold off along with other neighbouring properties.  For much of the 60s and 70s, it housed the village shop and post office.  We have recently blown our life savings re-developing the outside of the house, on which more in a subsequent post.

Talisker (bottom) and
Tobermory

About the cats

Talisker and Tobermory are mother and son, aged 10 and 8 respectively.  They were adopted from a brilliant charity called SNIP – The Society for the Neutering of Islington’s Pussies.  Neither of them had had any kind of traumatic or unpleasant experience, yet both are very timid and neurotic, even for cats.  Having spent most of their life in inner London, they have never adapted well to country life.

The chickens

About the chickens

Our four chickens are Abigail, Dolley, Elizabeth and Louisa (a fifth, Martha, died a few months ago of Sudden Chicken Death Syndrome).  They are all from a North Devon poultry breeder.  They are excellent layers, producing far more eggs than we can possibly consume.  Visitors to Lyncott should expect to be sent home with some eggs.