Your DB's cottage is very Kiwi Bach isn't it? grammaretto
'Bach' (not like the composer) said 'batch', is short for batcherlor and was the sort of ad hoc shelter put up by the many gold seekers and gum diggers. In the South Island they're called cribs.
They were often in fairly remote areas, beach, bush, forest with no sanitation or electricity and were made from anything handy: old crates, corrugated iron, raupo and even old, upturned boats.
Much later they became subject to local council rules, with all utilities provided and Rates demanded so a certain standard had to be maintaied.
Having a 'bach at the beach or bush, or at least access to one,' was a privilege most Kiwi families enjoyed but land prices and local authorities put a stop to all that. The rugged informality of baches and getting the kids away to the beach in summer became an expense many couldn't afford.
Now, even a small house on the beachside, anywhere in NZ is worth millions.
Ah, the cultural icons and fun we lose in the name of progress. 
I had a whole day with DS and Gubbins who came for breakfast.
As usual she had us laughing with her chatter and comical antics but the more frequent visits have given her confidence.
She was even content to stay with me when Daddy went out later to buy lunch for us. A first.
She didn't want to leave either but Daddy is Chef de Cuisine so had to get home to make 7pm family dinner.
Such wonderful, contented day.
It looks as if I may be moving to the UK far soon than anticipated if all goes well.
I'm fine with that, quite excited in fact but it will take a while to untangle everything legal and financial here.
DS won't be coming back when the family does in January, so maybe I'll travel to UK with DiL, Gubbins and Dgs some time next year when they're all packed.
But who knows?
We live in interesting times.