The Money Pit

As many of you know, we are the proud owners of The Money Pit, AKA Oakdene Lodge based in Welton-Le-Marsh, Lincolnshire. Bought in September 2002 with hornets, damp walls and no gates, and let out through country holidays from April 2003 onwards, it has provided us with many memorable moments, good and bad...

Completely forgetting it was Dave's parents wedding anniversary, we enlisted Les's aid to help us load the 7.5 ton truck with our amassed bootsale toot. Filling the truck up took longer than expected (especially as we had collected it 9am), so we didn't get to the house until 6pm and unloaded in the dark being watched by thousands of beady eyed rooks.

Yorkie Man.

Bodgit & Scarper Removals

About to start unloading...

Nissan & Carlton convoy

During the first weekend we had much to do, paint the bedroom, lay a wood floor, get stuck in a wardrobe, find we had also bought a large hornets nest (active), realise the lawn was actually rather large and watch in horror at Cesspool Sid empting out other peoples jobbies from our septic tank.

Margaret cuts
"The Stripe"

Not sure how or why this happened.

As the men all look at the hornets and scratch their chins, Margaret is rather more concerned with the large snake.

Sign written pooh wagon, just like the spitfires & Lancaster bombers of old....

Not being country folk, we were a bit surprised at how many flies there were in and around the house. Had the previous owner left the decaying corpse of her ex-husband in the loft? We had to know so Dave went up to have a poke around. Amusingly he then made a quick exit as he was bombarded by 1000's of flies living in the loft (common apparently). So, not to be beaten, The FlyMaster went up there again with nothing more than a teatowel, and a couple of cans of Raid. Initally there was little movement, until he started spraying at which point they all decided to launch a joint attack on him, swarming around him in a fly full whirlwind. It was soon clear the Raid was not going to be enough, as he emerged from the loft door muttering 'we're going to need a bigger boat..."