Moving days in Combe Down-Bath 🚚

I’ll never forget my moving day in Combe Down. The van barely made it up Brassknocker Hill 🏔️—I swear it felt like we were climbing Everest with a wardrobe rattling in the back. By the time we reached Combe Road, I was sweating more than the furniture lifters. Parking? Forget about it—every spot near Firs Field ⛔ was taken, so we ended up unloading half the street away. Still, there was a silver lining: a cheeky coffee stop at The Forester & Flower ☕ gave me the caffeine kick I needed. The real challenge came when the sofa wouldn’t fit through the doorway (classic move-day drama), but somehow we twisted, turned, and wedged it through. By evening, boxes were stacked high, furniture was in place, and I treated myself to a pint at The Hadley Arms 🍻. Exhausted but triumphant—Combe Down, you nearly had me!