endings, beginnings and some stuff in-between

I’ve been slowly coming out of my bubble, testing the edges, seeing what gives and what doesn’t…..it’s been an interesting journey and I’ve been quite uncomfortable with some of it……

First there was the “holiday with no plans” a rather beautiful, safe and surprising trip to a new bit of Portugal. I’d never really travelled anywhere with no real plans, so this was a massive test in and of itself, the only thing I knew was that I was meeting up with a dear friend, so it was an interesting exercise in going with the flow and seeing what happened, as it turned out a lot happened

I took an impromptu journey across marshes on a little open passenger train to a tuna village on the sea, took daily water taxi’s to various islands

spotted a salt mountain in the distance one day and decided to go and find it

I was only away for 6 days and it was totally perfect in every way, it felt like a proper holiday

Then here was the mad horse riding “holiday with all the plans” in Morocco,

a country I’d been trying to visit for 19 years!! For one reason or another I never made it

after three excruciating days of everything going wrong that could have gone wrong, I called a halt to the trip and tailored it better to suit my needs, resulting in a series of very bizarre events including bumping into an old friend in the middle of the Medina in Essaouira….

I absolutely fell in love with Morocco, so much so that I am going back for Christmas

Three weeks after this, I went back to Portugal. after yet another failed sale last year and yet more stress, anxiety and money, I needed to see how I felt about the land and whether to continue to try and sort out the last annoying and seemingly impossible bit of paperwork and do some much needed work on the land, or whether i wasn’t suppossed to sell it at all?

It sounded good on paper and in fully functioning world where everything works as it’s supposed to, it was a good idea, however……
I’d come in the worst weather month ever in the history of terrible weather
I hadn’t worked on my farm for over a year
I have not tried to live in my caravan for nearly 6 years
My battery hasn’t been used for the same amount of time
I have not lived off grid for the same amount of time

I know that, quite appropriately I have been micro-managing my life since the fire, I’ve had to and it’s a perfectly normal response to that event, and then the others that followed….so I can forgive myself that. My land on the other hand is doing what land does best when it’s left alone by man, it’s wild and feral, full of life and colour and chaos. Trees have fallen down and other (unwanted) trees have sprung up, there is water everywhere, water where it’s not supposed to be and terraces have collapsed

and some things just don’t give up easily, like my asparagus !! 

I tried to get as much work done as I could in between the endless pouring rain but when temperatures plummeted and I’d endured several nights of being pushed around by the wind, I finally realised that this struggling life is not for me, it was Rick’s thing, not mine, he loved to push himself way past his limits, he got off on it, it motivated him…….I think that in order to live with that sort of behaviour I’d gone along with it and hadn’t really realised until recently that there is a choice and it doesn’t make me weak or wet, there are other ways to find out where your limits are and of course it’s not always entirely necessary to find out at all, if you have enough self worth and self value you don’t need to know how far you can push yourself, there’s nothing to prove. Of course it’s easy to go the other way and never do anything at all but thats a whole other conversation

I asked some old friends if i could stay with them, they seized the opportunity to go away and left me to house and cat sit, win win for everyone

I spent the last two days in Porto, a city I adore, the sun came out my deflated spirits were lifted and I spent a very pleasant afternoon sitting by the river eating cakes and chatting to an interesting chinese man

and then there’s Italy

a country I never wanted to go to, without going in to detail I went along for Rick, I bought the house there for Rick, I wanted Rick to recover from all the loss and as always I was only ever trying to do the right thing, the thing that felt right at the time.

I’d spent a lot of money on that house after Rick died, I probably shouldn’t have done, I didn’t really know what I was doing and then more death came along and I had to leave and then I went back in 2021 and spent more money on it, again because I didn’t really know what I was doing……..

There’s nothing wrong with Italy per se it’s a beautiful country on so many levels, but it wasn’t ever on my list of places to live but it was on Rick’s, he loved everything Italian and so if all the house was was an expensive place for him to die then thats what it was, Rick’s resting place but I couldn’t keep it anymore, it’s ok to have a shrine or a place where we visit our loved ones, but keeping an empty house in a foreign country for the sake of a cherished memory or worse because we feel guilty, is never a good reason, so even though the house had been on the market since 2021 and I’d dropped the price last year, the house sold, subject to contract last month, I couldn’t afford to travel to Italy to sign yet more papers but I managed it and had a fleeting 2 day visit in April

and last week a happy couple signed on the dotted lines

it’s come with a huge mixture of relief and sadness, a sadness that has utterly engulfed me and culminated in me having shingles and deep deep grief, I know it will pass and I know one day when Portugal finally sells to the right people, i will feel the same again maybe a lot more than this, Italy by comparison was a small chapter in our life together but possibly more poignant because Rick died there and it’s the place where I lost the rest of my little broken family almost in one fell swoop….

it was a place that afforded us hope, possibilities and new beginnings but in the end it was a place that offered endings, and maybe now that it is sold it will afford the beginning or finishing of this next project……

The Garden room

I’ve called it that because it is north facing and never ever gets any sun other than reflections and a tiny bit in the summer for five minutes, it was the dilapidated conservatory, it was a great dumping ground but was leaking more and more, I’d had various ridiculous quotes to re-build it and went back to my lovely original builder Dave

I haven’t bored you with too many buildy photos cos this post has gone on long enough and I’m surprised you’ve made it to the end……..I’ll continue in another post when the interior of this part of the house is done, goodness knows when that will be but thanks to the Italian saga coming to an end it might not be too long, arrivederci and all that

finishing things and making a mess

it’s been too long, and I apologise for that, stuff has overwhelmed me and underwhelmed me……it’s all taking a while to settle in and recover myself, finding myself without a meaty project is very odd and has taken some time to adjust to….life is ticking along at a very measured and calm pace and I’m seeing where I fit in to it all and slowly slowly the house and garden are reflecting that

I finally finished the stairs, there was a lot of sanding involved and a lot of swearing and then a massive throwing down of everything and giving up, I used a paint that I’ve used on a lot of furniture, it’s a great paint, it’s self-priming and self levelling, it seems to be hard wearing and looks and feels nice too

and as a rather unusual departure, inspired by a hat I wore last winter, I’ve painted a wall bright pink

the landing is mostly done but still waiting to have a Velux window put in

I finished my dining room floor and painted some of the walls

I’ve been growing and selling plants, which has been a lovely thing to do, my front garden was a mess after it was used as a dumping ground by the builders so whilst I was deciding what to do I scattered loads of seeds I’d collected, mostly poppies and cornflowers, it was an absolute joy to wake up everyday and see the explosion of colour from my bedroom and lounge windows

by the time all the flowers had finished and I’d collected yet more seed, I’d made up my mind about what to do, the ugly, lumpy wall was removed and a fence installed, raised beds put in and . a homemade raised bed put in the middle, it’s taken quite a long time, mostly because I needed to dig and the ground was too hard, but finally after a huge amount of rain the conditions were perfect and today, I finished

The new herb bed has really taken off, I’m very pleased with it

All my veggies have been great, I’ve made chutneys and sauces and relishes and jams and piles of onion bhaji’s, courgette fritters and beetroot burgers for the freezer, given rather a lot of stuff away and stored butternut squash and onions

The fruit area has been less successful apart from the tayberries and loganberries who finally produced some fruit and I suspect I will have a lot next year judging by the amount of new growth. It’s all change in the back garden again, new plans afoot, so far all thats happened is the old concrete path has been dug up and it’s all a bit of a mess

but now that I’ve finished the front garden I can concentrate my efforts on the back garden

it’s a sign

I was a lifelong collector of interesting tins and signs, I’d bought myself a unique tin every year for my birthday since I was 17, so the collection was huge by the time I lost it all in the fire.

What I didn’t lose though were the few signs I had, because they were housed in another property in the village near the farm, they never made it up to the farm. They’d already travelled with us from UK, sat in various rented garages in Portugal for years, then went to Italy, then came back here to the UK…..

this particular sign was half a sign, Rick and I bought it about 20+ years ago for not very much money, this half of the sign is huge (6ft)

when I saw it, I new I had to buy it, because I knew that within my lifetime I would find the other half or at least find out what it originally spelt, I never actually imagined this next bit

Whilst my brother was visiting me here in my new house he mentioned that he’d bought a sign, he showed me a photo and I will never forget the feeling I had, after he showed me, there was a long and drawn out moment where I asked him to help me open my garage door and heave out my sign and then painstakingly unwrap it from it’s travels back from Italy, when I finally unwrapped it and showed him and then told him my story we both just stood completely still and in awe. It was a miracle and so bizarre. I’d kind of forgotten that I imagined I would find the other half, little did I know it was across the water and in my brothers garden, and yes his name is Daniel !!!

a little garden fix

It’s been ages since I posted about my little garden, for those of you that have been asking, here’s an update

I never understood the point of this patio in the middle of the garden so I got it removed

I dug it over, decided I wanted raspberries, didn’t have enough money to buy what I needed so I acted like I already had them and got everything ready, covered three trenches in manure, extended the board edges and bought in a load of cheap wood chippings

and then lo and behold I was gifted a pile of raspberry runners

I also trained a load of strawberries runners at another friends garden, cut them off from their mothers, got myself a load of old tyres, painted them, filled them with crap and they will house the new strawberry plants this spring

When we lived in Portugal, part of the plan was to grow my own medicine and whilst I may have had a lots of medicinal herbs, I never got round to do anything with them. Whilst I realise I can’t really be wholly self-sufficient here in the UK I can try and re-create part of what I had and go a step further given that I have a bit more time on my hands now..

I’d already more-or-less decided where the bed would go but had to wait for some crops to be eaten, and the weather to be a bit more on my side

meanwhile I gathered a lot more horse poo and patiently waited, in between frosts and frozen I’ve been slowly digging and removing turf and random lumps of concrete

and just as I was finishing today, a friend appeared with freshly baked and still warm cheese scones, a blessing and a huge reward

weeks 30-52

Since I can remember all I thought I wanted was a home, I left “home” at 17 and must have moved about 30 times over the course of 13 years, including several countries. I always made a nice nest even in the most appalling conditions but the one thing I hankered after was a home. I didn’t really question what a home was, I just knew I wanted one. The first house Rick and I bought was the closest I came to having one, that was in 1997. I loved that house because it was old and we put a lovely modern mark on it, it had character and a history, we filled it with some lovely memories. The next two houses were built by him and whist they were, of course beautiful they never felt like home, I wasn’t allowed to hang any pictures anywhere, shelves and cupboards were a no no because they “spoiled the lines”, the first one was being kept as a show-home because we were going to sell it, then the market crashed in 2008

The Portugal house came with such a lot of caveats and of course a gargantuan amount of stress, physical and mental for both of us, by the time we moved in we were so exhausted. I’d come to resent it on some level because it had come between me and my marriage

It pains me to say it and I feel disloyal and ungrateful, I am not either of those, I am just being honest. When it burnt down, I knew that the only thing that was ever going to happen to that house was that it was going to consume itself, it had consumed Rick and it had consumed me, it had consumed my marriage, the outcome was inevitable, if it hadn’t burnt down, I would have left in due course, I would have been left with no choice

We did turn that house into a home, but it was always Rick’s home. I am deeply grateful that he got the chance to build something so magnificent and he got to enjoy it for a few moments

After the fire my caravan became my home, and I loved it, it was simple, it was tiny, it took 6 weeks to create, I really started to question what makes a home, I’d pinned so much on having a home, after years and years of building, I’d never really questioned what it really meant, I’d blindly just kept hoping and dreaming

Italy was an attempt to try again, but within a matter of days or hours even I knew I was barking up the wrong tree, I think Rick did too but we’d invested too much again in being there, him being the stubborn old git that he was, gritted his teeth and knuckled down, me, I was too tired and too broken to carry on. Something had to give……

My deep longing for a home continued and in the odd way of life, the opportunity to start again presented itself, in the form of a very neglected and broken house. We went together well

The renovation process has been swift by comparison, the re-building of the guts of the house and myself has been gruelling, exciting, torturous and satisfying. It’s been measured and balanced, I haven’t broken myself doing it but like everything it has come at a price……

I know I’ve written about this before, but I’m just going to use this point as a reference, home means something different to everyone, I can’t guess what all those meanings are but I do know what makes a home for me, it’s stories, everything for me is a story, either a story told or a story waiting to be told

Starting from scratch with everything has been incredibly difficult and of course, liberating but mostly difficult, I couldn’t make sense of much at all, I still struggle with that one, but it’s ok, it’s part of the process, the process of letting go, I can’t always dictate what the story will be but I can fill my home with little stories, temporary stories….slowly creating story boards in corners and on walls, in the garden and the garage and maybe over time there will be a bigger story or just a collection of small stories and all of those stories will only mean something to me, no-one else will know what they are and no-one else will care.

A lot of the stuff I have in this new home was my mum’s, she knew the providence of everything, where it had come from, who had given it to her, who made it, who drew it, I wasn’t paying attention when I needed to and now I have no idea about most of it, it means something because it was hers but outside of that I haven’t got a clue and there’s no-one left to ask!!!!

I’ve been making my own little stories on walls, mostly things that I think go well together, I’ve still not finished some rooms or decided on paintings, it’s taking time, I have plenty of time and I’m in no hurry, a hurried home is not a home

the hallway and kitchen are more-or-less done, it’s gone from this

to this

to this

the bedroom and yoga/dressing room has gone from this

to this

to this

so, that’s it folks, it’s all a work in progress there’s not a lot of difference between a house/home and a life, it takes time, it needs care, it needs thought, it needs some skill, it needs vision, it needs a bit of money but most of all it needs love, it’s the love that has turned it slowly into a home, we have breathed life back into each other and as the winter goes along in it’s own way, I’m hibernating, I’m burning lots of wood which is keeping my home warm, i’m keeping myself very quiet, I’m resting a lot, I have gone from a human doing to a human being !! after19 years, I finally have a home

weeks 23 – 30

7 weeks have passed and things are taking shape, the old cladding on the front has been removed, timbers replaced; new cladding; new windows and guttering done on the front of the house

the old render has been removed from the bottom part of the front, yet more timbers replaced, various membranes and meshes all ready for new render

when I applied for permission to clad the house, the plan was to clad the whole house in black, which would fit with lots of the old houses here on the island, but sadly they would only let me clad in black at the top and white underneath to fit with the cottages either side of me…. I felt that black and then white cladding would look weird on the front so we decided to render it again, it was a lot of work to get it off but worth it, more rotten timbers were replaced and then covered, each and every wall inside and out that is timber framed has been stripped down to the bare bones and sprayed with woodworm treatment, insulated and rebuilt, the builders estimate that about 70% of my house is now new

the porch was removed, it was hanging on to the house with three nails and rotten

there’s been a right hoo-ha about the porch windows, which I’d ordered months ago and then didn’t come so we had to order more which are a slightly different size and we’ve shunted the door over a bit, so the step doesn’t match up, this will be remedied in due course, along with all the other things that still aren’t finished

the side of the house has been stripped bare, re-timbered etc. as per the front and the back and clad, I’m still waiting for the gutter man to come

rather than wait to show you a photo with the new guttering and down pipes, this is how it looks today

I had a fit about still not having hot water in the kitchen or at my basin in the bathroom and no upstairs toilet, so all that was done, which is such a luxury, after years of no hot water in a kitchen i now have some, but then my kitchen was ripped out, insert hysterical emoji here, Dave also built me the best wardrobe ever

the last of the lathe and plaster walls have been removed in the hallway and landing

which has, hopefully put an end to my endless trips to two different dumps and I can finally hoover out my poor little car, I’ve saved myself a fortune in skips and made lots of friends at the dumps……

whilst removing the render from the side of the house, the builders discovered that half the kitchen floor was concrete, we knew this but we didn’t know there was no damp proof membrane, so half my kitchen floor has been removed and re-concreted, properly this time

my new kitchen has arrived

I set up a temporary kitchen in my conservatory, with the old wardrobe re-fashioned as a pantry and borrowed some appliances from a friend

meanwhile, in other news my garden is fantastic

I made some caramelised red onion chutney

the clematis that I butchered has recovered, phew

we’ve had some super dramatic skies, which I’ve messed about with

I love living on this island, I love having a home and as much as I love my builders I’m looking forward to them leaving, they’ll be off for the summer and will probably come back at some point but it won’t end there, i’ve still got walls to get plastered and floors to deal with, but none of that is imperative, it’s stuff I can live with and do as and when……I’m looking forward to the day that I have my house back to myself and don’t have to micro-manage anything much at all

18 – 22

oh dear, rather a lot of weeks have passed since the last entry, my aim has been to update the blog as and when phases are complete, but nothing is complete, in-fact new things keep getting started…..it’s all good, it’s how it goes, some thing’s can’t be done until other things are done, some things are dependent on other things happening and some of those things have got nothing to do with me……like my electricity supply.

In order to get the exterior of the building up to date, water tight and insulated I needed my mains electricity cable moved, shouldn’t be too complicated eh ? no, first I had to book a survey with the national grid, then unbeknownst to me it turns out I am sharing my cable with my neighbour

not uncommon in these old houses, I’m told…….I had to sign contracts and break the bad news to my neighbour that they would be digging up her drive…..rather unfairly I had to pay an extortionate amount of money and she had to pay nothing, ridiculous sized holes and trenches were dug

everything had to be ready for a set date, including installation of new meter box etc. if things weren’t in place on this set date, I would be penalised with a huge fine and the whole thing delayed, no stress there then….the road was closed, and much mayhem ensued

and then it was all over, I now have a new supply, she has hers and the builders can get on with the outside, except that, because I wanted to clad the side of the house, I had to apply for planning permission, I made so many mistakes on all my applications, I had to ask an old friend to draw up proper architectural drawings, submit everything, pay more money, wait for the officer to visit, wait for the permission, this has all taken months……but I have it now, a silly piece of paper allowing me to clad my own house so that I can cut down on my carbon emissions, bloody daft

in the meantime the builders got on with the inside

and

remember the old bathroom ?

I now have an almost functioning one, a bathroom that doesn’t require a military operation in order to get clean, the shower works but everything else is on hold whilst the builders are away but I don’t care, I love it, it is such a luxury

I’ve been super busy in the garden, my new asparagus plants arrived, which have been planted and the new shoots are coming up, can’t eat them his year but am so glad to get them in

i bought some more old crap, including another chair, I must stop with the chairs now, I have far too many chairs and a garage full of old doors, 9 doors have come out of my house including old cupboard doors, 2 have been repurposed, one for the cupboard under the stairs and one for the new bathroom cupboard

I bought an old chandelier, which I took apart and fitted the old top bit to the bottom and have turned it into a candelabra, yet to be finished, thats gone into sarah’s shop of unfinished shit

I repainted an old chair

All the tanks and pipes were removed from the loft and the loft flooring was finished

The weather has been exceptional so all my indoor projects have been abandoned for the outdoors, more wood has been sorted and stacked, the trees are blooming and my garden is producing

fifteen, sixteen, seventeen

People often complain about finding a builder, a builder that will what he says, turn up when he says, knows what he’s doing, is willing to do all the trades and doesn’t need to be watched and checked. When I found mine, it was another one of those serendipitous moments. He is the step-dad of the chap who bought mum’s house. He came and looked at this house when I first saw it, he encouraged me to buy it.

He comes with his co-worker, they come when they say, they don’t stop for lunch, they work bloody hard and the only complaint from the neighbour is the singing and giggling, they make me laugh a lot which takes the sting out of the stress, even though I trust them implicitly and know I’m in safe hands, the stress levels are huge………

I’ve been alleviating my stress by tidying up my ever expanding wood yard, my skip diving had got out of control, so I decided to make a kindling wood store out of all my crap, it’s taken a few days but I’m pleased with the result.

I finished tarting up some old garden furniture that has been half way round Europe and survived the fire

I finished the two dining chairs

I repaired a mirror of mum’s that got damaged in transit (yes, there’s a chunk missing, it was always missing!)

My chair fetish continues and I procured these two beauties on market place, I haven’t done any upholstery for years but a friend on the island has all the tools, so at some point I will re-stuff the seats

I cut down the clematis in the hope that it will come back, most of it was dead anyway

Whist I’ve been doing all this, the builders have been busy, first of all up in the loft, partly to sort out the plumbing and to beef up the floor, insulate and board it out, we found an old water tank which was full of straw and at the bottom I found some very very old hazel shells……and the usual rubbish, old bits of carpet and rotten underlay and an old mattress

the landing and stairwell is very narrow and pokey, so I decided it would be better if we opened it all up and get rid of the giant slightly useless cupboard on the landing

before the bathroom could be done the back of the house had to come off soil stack removed and new windows put in some replacement timbers, treatment, breather membrane, batons and lovely brand new weather boarding

I had an idea, given the hallway narrowness and the ridiculous amount of doors coming off the landing why not dispense with the whole thing?? rather than being too radical and given that some of the walls are structural, I’ve decided to get rid of my bedroom door and the bathroom door, leaving the middle door for the back bedroom, there will be a hole cut in the wall into my bedroom and I’ve now had a hole cut in the wall from the back bedroom to the bathroom, so the whole of the upstairs is a giant one bedroom/dressing room/ensuite with a giant landing (at a much later date, I will have Velux windows put in on the east side)

all the walls at the front and back of house and some on the east side need to be replaced, so far the back bedroom has been done and the front room, various timbers replaced, insulation put in, a vapour barrier, sterling board and eventually plasterboard, the larger windows at the front of the house will have to be replaced but they are over-sized and need to be ordered

my bathroom has gone

so, thats it, so far, I’m lucky enough to have a friend round the corner who is currently out of the country and has kindly offered me the use of her bathroom, whilst all this is going on. The bathroom will be sorted soon and the electrics will be done (long story, I’ll save for another time)

meanwhile, my neighbour set light to her house this week which caused me some anxiety, I got told off at the dump, I had a man come and grab all my hardcore, I leave piles of stuff outside with a free sign on (it all gets taken) the fox continues to watch me and I had a massive two day bonfire

11,12,13,14

It’s time for an update whilst things are calmer, I suspect that other things will all happen at once in the Spring, as is the way of things…

I’ve finished two more beds, a smaller one for asparagus and the other for veg, this bastard trenching is exhausting but satisfying, I set myself daily goals as long as it’s not raining, I usually manage about 3 – 5 rows at a time

I’ve set myself up a propagation station in my front porch, it’s the only free area that gets the sun all day (when it’s out), I can’t wait to sow some seeds

The fruit area is complete, for now, I’m going to see how well the currants do that were dug up and given to me, before I decide what else to put in, the tayberry and loganberry have now got their tension wires in place. I’ve got fruit trees ordered (thank you Pat and Sandy xx) for a mini orchard and rhubarb crowns all to go elsewhere in the garden

I’ve managed to strip every wall in the house, except the kitchen, which has revealed a mass of horrors, nothing that can’t be fixed, I think the old plaster is rather beautiful but does fall off everyday leaving flakes all over every single floor, which I have given up sweeping…….it’s nice to get down to the bare bones of a house and see where it all began

My lovely little wood burner has gone in, a month early, taking me by surprise and precipitating an early log delivery which is being housed inside because I don’t have a wood store yet, I’ll have two eventually, one where the oil tank was and one the other side of it……

I’ve also been amassing a load of skip wood which is slowly being cut up and put into a crate given to me by a local roofer, this is only being used as kindling

I finished another dresser, a very large chest, a table and two chairs, a skip found cabinet and a skip found mirror, I’ve got a couple more bits of furniture to do but they can wait for now, the dumping ground is tidy

I had the hatch in my kitchen wall cut out and an old door way revealed, new lintel put in and slowly the walls repaired

I’ve joined various classes on the Island, including learning to play badminton with a bunch of very competitive retirees, I bought a bicycle on the side of the road and regularly cycle round the island (looking in all the skips, obvs.) making my way to the beach to catch the sunset

the fox and the robin visit almost daily and both check me out from their safe spaces, I love them both for different reasons

and for no particular reason at all, but simply because they amuse me, here’s some boots and shoes

weeks six, seven, eight, nine and ten

crikey, where’s the time gone……happy new year everyone. I’ve been such a busy bee….I know there’s an awful lot to do here but it’s starting to sink in and feel like home. My neighbours are lovely, my new friends are lovely, my walks are always lovely, I’ve joined various classes on the Island and people say hello, all the time……..So whilst waiting for various nonsense to sort itself out. I’ve been getting on with things that aren’t dependent on someone else or won’t be disturbed when major work happens.

I’ve repainted a chest of drawers

I bought a box from a charity shop

I ‘ve painted loads more fence panels and finished my first bed and heavily manured it

I’ve finished my fruit area

I’ve moved all the bulbs from the front and side of the house, to save them from being trashed later

I’ve started stripping walls

The fire place is nearly ready for a stove, bit more work this week

I’ve re-glued, wood-wormed and re-painted my beautiful peg board from Italy

I sold my oil and oil tank and will make a wood store in due course

I have removed the under stairs cupboard, painted it all white, i’ll make another smaller cupboard with the old door later

The builder is coming back this week and it’s going to be mucky but it’s the beginning of the transformative phase, I’m very excited

I do take time off, most days I go for a walk, sometimes just to check out the skips, sometimes friends come over and sometimes I leave the Island, but not often