04 Jun Polish-style pancakes with sweet cheese

My parents have decided to sell the house in Eastbourne. We knew it was coming, as they’ve been talking about it for a long time. When our Dreszcz was alive (that’s our beautiful boxer dog), they said they were keeping it for his sake and they’d sell as soon as he was gone. But he’s been gone for a long time now, at least three years… It makes sense to sell, as this house is way too big for two people, with 5 bedrooms, a massive, uphill garden that backs on to the South Downs, and a living room the size of my whole flat in London in the shape of an upside-down ship. As you might have guessed from my description, it’s also a completely unique and perhaps slightly weird house, which suits our unique and slightly weird family. It’s difficult to say goodbye to the feeling of space and freedom you get here. The seaviews aren’t spectacular but they are there, and as we’re on a hill you see so much of the sky here you sometimes feel like you’re flying. Well, I do anyway. For me, this has been a place of healing. I came here after that traumatising breakup two years ago, and it helped me to want something better for myself, a lighter and healthier kind of life. What I didn’t know then was that it wasn’t just the breakup I was healing from, it was the relationship itself