I am keen to read the next part of this story ... what is wanting there?

It is strange how homesteads find you.

We found our place in Wales really on a whim. I was off work ill one December day and started looking at estate agents (realtors) websites for something to do as we had half a mind that we might need to move with another child on the way.

I look at a realtors site in Wales where my mother came from, and found a place that looked like a dream. Old farmhouse, a lake, woodland and 17 acres all for much less than the expensive area we lived in 250 miles away.

On a flight of fancy we set off for Wales a few days after Christmas, found a hotel with one room left on New Year's Eve, visited the property on 2 January and bought it on 5 January.

Twelve weeks later we packed our belongings in a van and moved to a new life in the countryside. A radical move as I had been born and bred a town boy til then.

But the story doesn't end there. A few weeks after moving there we met an old lady who lived on the next farm a mile to the north. She began telling us about the family who lived in the farm before it had been abandoned in the 1950's.

I slowly realised I knew the people she spoke of. It was my mother's family.

My mother had died when I was young. I did not know her family had lived there.

Somehow a guiding hand had brought us here.

Now we can never leave.