Time Is Running Out

This may very well be my final post about “Cyprus Life” although the pictures will still be there for many years to follow…. But, in less than 2 weeks time our Cyprus Life will have changed and it will be back to UK life for us 😦

Sad….. but needs must. My father is sick and as such hasn’t been able to travel to visit us in Cyprus since February 2013.

Here’s me (in the green/teal coloured fleece top) with my parents ahead of me in Limassol old town, close to St Andrews Street  during an “around town walk” on their last visit:


My dad was showing the onset of his Parkinson’s disease then with that stoop over to the right side. Little did we know how quickly it would take hold of him….

Three years down the line and he cannot walk more than half a dozen steps unaided, finds it difficult to manage his wheeled zimmer frame and most outdoor activities all feature his new addition, a wheelchair.

June 2015 – me and my hubby took a holiday back to the UK and had 5 or 6 days to spend with my parents. We were fairly lucky with the weather so we did manage to get about a bit and my Dad was just about walking (with assistance) using his frame:

An afternoon watching the bowling at the local Working Men’s Club:


Dad’s name on the list of Presidents Cup winners in 1994:


Pilling Pottery tea rooms – another sunny day:


We got a little “Blackpool time” to ourselves too:



However, we were aware that things weren’t going to improve in both of my parents’ lives so we had to start doing some serious thinking. A few things were sorted out back home to make matters a bit easier for us all and then we started to mull over how we could make things work.

On our last visit to Blackpool and my parents’ home at the end of January 2016 we spent a week solid just looking at properties in the Blackpool area. We found one quite by accident on our third day, even to the point of having an offer accepted and a surveyors appointment booked – only to be let down late on a Friday afternoon by the vendors who decided instead of cancelling the second viewing from someone else as they had promised, they chose to accept a higher offer.

After that it all went a bit skew wift and steadily downhill for us as we were just starting to relax thinking we had it all sorted and having the best part of our 2nd week to spend time with my parents…. but, no – the greedy  vendors (Antony Mullany and Patrick Kane) had thwarted that for us too 😦

One positive outcome though was that all the other estate agents told us we were better out of that particular area of Blackpool so in that respect, it sounds like Grasmere Road in FY1 had been a lucky escape 🙂 Unfortunately, it didn’t solve our problem of being able to find a place we could call our own and to spend a little time there as necessary until we were in a position to implement our move.

The next couple of days were a bit of a blur and the weather went a bit grimmer to boot so after traipsing around Blackpool south and looking at yet more properties in areas that weren’t familiar to us – we took the brave decision to look “over the water”.

View from Fleetwood Ferry jetty – over the water…..

Fleetwood to Knott End

This was something we’d always said we didn’t want to do as public transport was not so easily come by and we didn’t want to have to go to the expense of buying a car at the outset. We always thought Over Wyre may have been a bit too low key for us but, it was familiar and not only that, a lot safer than some of the streets we had come across during our house hunting along North shore in Blackpool. On top of that, property prices were higher than those we had been looking at and we weren’t even sure we could find anything within our budget!

So with a little trepidation we entered the property search and  were pretty surprised when three houses popped up – one just under the budget and two others which were higher but not entirely out of reach. A visit to the parents’ house on Sunday morning came as a bit of a shock to them when we dragged my Mum out to help us seek out the said three houses.

One was already marked up on the For Sale board with Under Offer so that one went out of the window straightaway. The other was a stroll heading away from the centre of the village and when we did find it, we realised that although it was very nice and in fabulous condition – it was just too small for us.
The other….. well, we couldn’t locate it and the estate agents office was closed.
(I can’t understand why the majority of the estate agents closed their offices on Sunday) :-/

Anway, we started again…. back to the estate agents window and peered closely at the property details seeking out any noticeable features we could find.

Barton Square

Bingo! Walking back up and down the road, we eventually found it… no For Sale sign, which is why we initially missed it 😉

Luckily, we managed to catch the vendors in a little later in the afternoon and a deal was struck. Estate agents were contacted first thing on Monday morning and we even managed to salvage our previously cancelled survey appointment on the Grasmere Road house and re-jigged it to the new one. Things were finally looking up!

Tuesday afternoon: survey was completed and we were eagerly sitting in the bar at the hotel we were staying at in Blackpool, awaiting a phone call and an emailed report.

The phone call came – all was good!
The survey report (all 30 odd pages of it) eventually came through the email about an hour later…. yes, the WiFi was very slow!

The house was going to be ours!

The rest has been a few fraught weeks of waiting and cajoling the relevant bodies along but we now have a Completion date. Our shippers are booked and our belongings will be packed into our container next week.

The dogs have their flights all booked, rabies vaccinated and their travel passports are almost complete:

Pet Passports

We’re all booked too! The dogs really have no idea what’s happening, all they know is something is up and “stuff” keeps disappearing into boxes. All we hope now is that their journey all goes according to plan as our “old boy” Indie is getting on in years  – he came with us to Cyprus back in 2004 when he was a year old so he’s now 13yrs, a bit wobbly on his back legs and a lot greyer than he used to be.

Indie as a puppy back in 2003:

Indie 2003

When we arrived in March 2004, we walked into a totally empty house knowing full well we would have to wait around 7 days for our shipping container to arrive. Luckily, we had a couple of friends (Louise (taking the photo) and hubby Sean) to share the experience – and the house with, to help pass the time. The first thing we needed was something to sit on and eat off…. a patio table set was the immediate purchase because we knew it would be something useful for the coming summer. We still have it – and, it’s coming back with us!

This was our first night “at home” in Cyprus (it was bloody freezing):

Cyprus March 2004

Our new local area: to the right of the golf course (see image below) is the banking of tidal river Wyre and at the bottom (off the picture) is the Irish sea.

Knott End Golf Club - and our new house

Knott End Ferry to Fleetwood

Look who’s coming with us!

Here’s “Ruby” 🙂


And the old boy “Indie”

Indie 2016

Bye, bye Cyprus – we’ve had some great times!

Cyprus street April 2014

If you want to see some of the fun times we’ve had along with the friends we’ve made and the places we’ve explored – take a look at my thousands of #photosofCyprus on Flickr


7 Replies to “Time Is Running Out”

  1. I was very sad when I left under VERY similar circumstances back in 2008. All the best to you Shell.

    Will you be renting your CY property? It’s long overdue I return.



    1. Hi Jon, thank you for your good wishes.
      We don’t own any property in Cyprus, we’ve rented all the 12yrs that we’ve been living here so luckily, we didn’t have to try and sell it! The property market isn’t doing too well at the moment in sunny Cyprus…
      We’re sad to leave, but we knew we would do eventually one day and we’re looking forward to another new life in a different place than we used to live when we were in UK.
      In fact, we will be closer to the sea there than we are here in Cyprus 🙂

  2. Cyprus will never go away so once you get sorted out in the UK you can always come back. Being near the sea in the UK is horrendous and you will come running back

    1. We have no plans to come back here…. except perhaps for a holiday quite a few years down the line.
      Too many other places to see, do and revisit which are so much easier to reach from UK than here in Cyprus.
      You would think that being in the middle of the Mediterranean things would be much more accessible but sadly, without a decent ferry route to any other European destinations you can’t even get to Spain by a direct method 😦
      We’ve always loved Egypt so that’s been a very good option for holidays and we found the flights to Malta with Emirates (direct from Larnaca) served our purpose well.
      I’ve always had the wanderlust and I think it’s time to start looking at rekindling my quest for adventure in the coming years 😉

      1. Good luck in the next stage of your life. I have just come back from the UK and what I saw there made me feel ashamed. I do feel for my children and more so for my grandchildren. I’m all for culture and living in harmony but what I witnessed frightened me. I am probably older than you so this type of lifestyle suits me to a tee. I am sure after living in Cyprus for so long the memory will always be embedded in your thought. Good luck again

      2. I have to agree with Steve….the UK is not what it once was as corrupt politicians are in cahoots with large corporations and the criminal banking industry. London is widely known as the money laundering centre of the western world now. HSBC has been found guilty TWICE!

        Politicians are widening the gap between the have’s and have not’s as inequality grows almost exponentially. Doctors are striking with teachers as everything is being sold off to private businesses in which almost every politician has vested interest. Corruption is rife and I too fear for my children as all children who attempt to get a decent education will be starting their life with around 30-40k of debt. They won’t be able to buy a house until into their 30’s to early 40’s and only then if they have around 50k of savings according to a recent report regarding buying a house in 2020.

        It’s an utter disgrace as the real terrorists (financial and social) are fully in charge.

        I’d dash back to CY as fast as I could…..if only I could. 😦

  3. My parents have been living by the sea (to one side of us) and the river to the other for over 25 years…. they seem perfectly happy with it and we’re older now than they were when they first went to live there on a permanent basis. We have a small ferry which links us to the “other” side depending on the river tide times as we’re at the river mouth into the Irish sea.

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