When I first visited the estate agent had to show me the way; I couldn’t find it the first time I went on my own. It’s not overlooked other than from the top of a mountain two miles south, and its nearly all tree-lined.
It was originally the site of a Ty Hir, or Welsh Neolithic long house. Sadly, that’s long gone, but some of the original stone is included in the existing house. There are two barns, and the outbuilding the estate agent told me was the shearing barn.
There is a nearby, long-out-of work lead mine. On my land, above the house, are two old mine buildings. One housed a waterwheel that powered long-gone mine equipment. I have re engineered the water wheel by installing a modern clamshell turbine.
It is the only source of power on the property. The electric company refused to repair the overhead supply after multiple instances of storm damage. They wanted me to pay for a new buried cable.
When we got there I’d left the underfloor heating on. Ella and I had to walk the half mile to the sluice, she wasn’t too impressed with that but when we turned for home and she saw the view she was speechless.
While we were at the turbine house I showed her how to manually lift the sluice gate to allow water to turn the clamshell. That gave us power in the house. At that moment it started to look a whole lot more attractive to my townie girl. There is a power wall, a bank of batteries that will supply the freezer, run lights, etc. for a week. It won’t keep the house going for 5 minutes if you put the heating on.
I’ve now installed a backup battery and inverter. That has easily enough power to lift the sluice to start the main turbine when my dizzy red head leaves the heating on
I got a major spanking for laughing at her when she asked how much does it cost to run this electric heating.
Ella and I spent the next three days cleaning and painting the inside of the smaller attached lean-to. It is a fairly substantial place. Solid walls and a good roof. It has ceiling beams but no ceiling. I ordered some cheap CLS timber from the builders merchant in Barmouth, enough plaster board to do the ceiling, and clad both sides of a partition stud wall right down the middle of the building.
Two more days of hard work, and I had two more rudimentary bedrooms. The windows and doors were intact but a bit draughty. It didn’t matter. I had two 5 kW electric fan heaters left over from the initial renovation work I did just after I bought the farm. The place was taking shape.
On top of the work on the house Ella had me making dungeon furniture. There will be some extra magic in torturing you over things you made for me she said.
The first thing is something simple. A cock pillory I loved tanning your bum in the pillory at Wheatley. This is going to be just for us, though. Ooh baby, I’m going to make you scream in here.
So now, I have the four original bedrooms. I decorated one then got Bryn the brush to do the rest for me when I first bought the place. It was a shrewd move as it turns out to get Bryn in.
The locals hear abouts have no problems with new people coming in. They have huge problems with holiday homers who get cheep foreign labour. Then they buy a weekends food from Tesco, eat it then bugger off back to England without contributing a thing.
So do I for that matter. Big on community are the Welsh and I consider Ella and myself to be part of that community. I had two futons that made double beds in the downstairs rooms; with two bunk-style bedrooms in the lean-to. with Hardy’s caravan and Dunmore’s camper. Ella and I had ten places to sleep and ten couples coming. I was going to drive to whoever could sell me the 4 double beds we needed tomorrow and part with more cash.
Ella was one step ahead of me. With her very best smile she led me outside and into the big barn Graham’s lads had left my dads bikes in. I had been so busy I hadn’t even looked at them. By the parked bikes the four beds from my mums house were sat one on the other with a tarpaulin over them. On top of my little brothers bed was a small mountain of bed linen
Ella and I were knackered. We went into our nearest small town for dinner that night. I had a couple of beers with my superb pub dinner. Ella looked worried. What’s up, love? You have had too much to drink to drive home. I realised the shadow of Mick, her ex-husband had fallen on us.
“Here, you drive us home, flower.”
“I can’t;”
“you have only had mineral water.”
“I can’t drive, idiot.”
“Ooh! No matter love, we will get a cab.”
“Not here, you won’t.” Said the landlady, who was clearing the table. “There isn’t a cab firm here that works this late.”
Ella, showing all her insecurities, was nearly in tears. “We have a room vacant.”
“How much?” said Ella.
“I don’t care; I’ll take it,” I said. Ella looked worried.
“Can I show it to you?” said the landlady.
“Yes, please,” I said. Ella looked as though tears were only moments away.
“I’ll leave you too,” said Megan, the landlady, as she left the room. Ella lost it then and went all weepy on me.
“What’s up, love?” I was getting worried.
“You can’t keep spending money like this. It scares me,” she said. There was snot, tears, and mascara everywhere.
“Why not?” I asked.
“We will end up penniless. I’ve been there, and I don’t want to go back to it. Please don’t make me live like that again.”
“Oh, you silly, daft girl; listen to me. When Dave B and I sold the pumping firm, we pocketed $14 million quid apiece.
I have yet to spend a penny of that. Everything I have, including the farm, has come from the money that lump sum earns. My accountant keeps blocking me because I don’t spend enough. I’ll show you my bank, sorry our bank statements when we get home tomorrow. Ella, me and you are millionaires. I don’t think me and you, with our tastes, could ever spend it, even if we tried. It just needs to keep me in Vitamin E and you in the corsets and heels and latex we both desire. So are you going to take this belt off so I can fuck you senseless?”
“No, I’m not. You’re still on hard time. I thought I’d miss it, but it makes me wet just knowing I’m going to cum tonight and you have to beg me just to lick my puss.” She held me by the jaw, looked into my eyes, and said, “You’re suffering for Mick’s indiscretions, but it turns me on knowing I can give or deny you your pleasure. You have to serve me; you cannot buy me. Come-on achy dick. I want pudding and a wine or two before I get my jollies.”
“We have done a hell of a lot,” Ella said over our residents drinks.
“Yes, darling, but, we have a hell of a lot more to do to be ready.” Rick! Yes, my dearest mistress.
“Behave boy, I’m being serious.”
“So am I. really serious? OK Love what is it?”
“Well you have your tools and your barn to work in.”
“Yes Love”.
“You said I can’t have a workroom!”
“No, I don’t think I did say that love, I said I don’t want you to get yourself a job.”
“OK, Fair enough; I Want to make Clothes, Clothes for me, Jill, Izzy and the other girls. I want to make something for you but that’s a surprise.”
“That sounds like a hobby not a job Ella, I don’t have a problem with that all, I’m just greedy for your time I want to be close to you 24/7. I don’t want to wake up with you and say I’ve got to go to work. I don’t want to wake up to you telling me you have to go to work. Have you any plans or is this asking me for permission. Because if it is you don’t need to ask permission. When do you want it?”
“As soon as I can, I want to make the harnesses and your present for the Pony races.”
“Do you know where to get equipment and the stock you need?”
“Yes, my old manager at SR Gent has a contact he will let me have”
“How much floor area do you need? Will the bigger lean to be big enough to start with?” If it is I’ll start clearing it out tomorrow.”
“What Do you need.”
“I’ve got a nice fabric machine up in Wheatley, I think Jill will bring it down for me if I ask her to. I need a machine for leather and I need an overlocker. I’ll cut with scissors as I will only ever do one offs and press with a good steam iron, I think it will cost over three thousand pounds to set up but I think I can get cheaper stuff.
OK darling, We will set you up with an account. I’ll put a 5 thou float in it. Don’t buy cheap stuff, it never lasts. Don’t ever buy Chinese, It never even starts! I assume you will need stock. If you need more it will be there. Just remember good tools make work a pleasure. Crap tools and your first project could end up being your last.”
“Ooh god I need my sexy man” said Ella, “Fuck Jill and her mind games, winding me up about not being able to get by without cock for a week. Lets go to bed and I’ll take your pain away big boy!
Next morning when we got home I ordered yet another skip. The big lean too was in much the same state as the one we had converted into two bunk rooms. Two hours hard graft and I had everything outside in a heap.
Ella surprised me again by baking bread the entire house smeld of it, we were doing propper couple stuff, I’ve never been happier and I’m still just getting to know this woman. She made me Cheddar and ham sandwiches for lunch,
When things settle down and we get a bit more time I’d like a greenhouse, Ella said. She was holding a jar of pickle and looking at it like it just did a smelly fart, if I can grow marrows and tomatoes I can make better stuff than this.
I was just thinking of seeing if I could ride my luck and tempt her back to bed. Bugger, my neighbours drove up our farm road and put paid to that.
I was pretty sure all the stuff I had dragged out of Ella’s future sewing room was Junk but I had recently nearly thrown some stuff away that Ioan wanted. Not a bit of use to me but I hate waste.
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