Hurrah for the Grim North, eh! And great to hear that you know Hebden and also what it's like. My stepdad lived near Skipton once, a little village called Hebden (just Hebden, not Hebden Bridge) which as a couple of miles from Grassington. The dales are beautiful but not sure how I'd hope with all the tourists (and maybe it would be a bit Daily Mail...?)
Yes, we both have flexible jobs which is great, no being tied to a certain area. In fact, DH works from the small bedroom and has clients all over the place so it doesn't really matter where we are.
I think I'll, briefly, say what happened with my dad. When we said we were wanting to move from Bristol from London he insisted, yes insisted he wanted to give us £40k towards it. At the time he was driving around in a £150k Maserati etc etc so we had no reason to think this wouldn't happen.
DH had a stress problem which was making work difficult - my dad, John, was well aware of this - and we said that we wanted to use the majority of the £40k as a buffer while DH got himself together, and also for doing up the house. We spent our savings buying our house (the deposit and various fee's were about £25kish) and then, with John's encouragement found a builder to knock walls through, we bought furniture (he even came shopping with us), had various things replaced (wiring, some of the sash windows) and John kept saying he had the cash, but also kept giving excuses. This left us with no choice but to put things on a card, and as we know debt breeds debt - but he kept saying not to worry, he could wipe out the debt and also give us a bit more as he was doing really well etc etc.
This was in October. By March we were really struggling as had a limited income and the mortgage kept going up. We needed to buy things like computers, have cards and leaflets printed etc for DH to get his freelance work going so had to put that too on cards. There was obviously no choice there. Still, John said he couldn't get the actual cash over - various bullshit excuses - but he would, definitely, 'don't worry' blah blah blah. Then, at the end of March he called me and said his business partner had stolen his cash. (At the time I felt awful for him, but now, adding everything up, I think he was lying and never really had the cash in the first place.)
The companies who had said they would certainly use the skills of DH then only got in touch sporadically, and we were relying on just my income a lot of the time. The mortage had gone up massively and we had no buffer, as planned (and John knew all about our plans, Phil's stress etc) so had to pay for the mortage on a card a couple of times and also had all the building work, furniture etc on cards too (we had moved to a 3 bed house from a tiny flat so needed a lot of stuff, and would have waited if we'd known what was going to happen but John was even helping is track down fucking builders! )
So, in a rather large nutshell - this is why we are broke and also why we are moving to somewhere smaller and cheaper in Hebden Bridge.
I suppose on these things one is meant to keep your identity a secret but, well, fuckit.
So now, we have a plan, we can draw a line under everything, and it's onwards and upwards!