No going back now. We've decided to live permanently at Cape Douglas so "musical houses" will occur: Alison and Daisy will move into Foote Street and we will sell their house in Bertha Street.
Jon came down this weekend to discuss with Alison which of our heirlooms and excess possessions will be his - and to fall upon the garage sale pile with cries of "I always wanted this" . Beechwood has no storage space and we like its bare white look so we have to be ruthless and reduce to minimal. But this week I will ring the cabinet maker and order a cupboard for upstairs.
Angela from next door dropped in for drinks and, mesmerised by looking at the sea, stayed quite late. She apologised next day and Joe, her husband, remarked: 'you'll have to get a cat door for Angela. " She fixed our rattling flyscreen so she's very welcome.
Crayfish are still very scarce - this week's storm saw the pots dragged 400 metres away and one of Rory's lost - but we've had two feeds of strawberries from the tunnel house, a meal of peas, two button squashes and two large beetroot.
Why am I not surprised? It seems like a very attractive option.
ReplyDeleteNot quite the same visual appeal as crayfish.
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