In October 2001 I become the proud, but slightly shell-shocked, owner of a huge, derelict, rambling old barn up in the hills of central Scotland.
I’m an accountant; I had no building experience and no idea what was involved in converting a barn.
In the intervening years I have tried my hand at most trades, with varying success. I have been close to financial ruin on more than one occasion, and I have contemplated giving the whole thing up more times than I care to remember.
But now, more than 13 years later, I am finally coming to the end of the journey, and I thought it would be fun to share some of the highs and lows, the frustrations and the successes, and maybe some hints and tips on how not to convert a barn….
If you have a dream – always follow it!