Of course it’s bloody raining…
We’re on the final week of packing, lugging, and transporting what the removalists won’t take, and selling the last of our farm equipment and building supplies, as we get ready to leave our farm and head north towards the treehouse by the beach. We still can’t get access to the new place until the 5th of March, but we need to be out of here by the end of the month. The logistics of it all have been a nightmare, and we’re still not quite sorted.
There’s a stupid amount left to do, and of course, after months and years of mostly dry weather it has been bucketing down here, more rain is predicted and the ground is so soft that everything has become additionally challenging.
So, I’ll be offline for a few days as we work to get things finished.
I have tea, and snacks, and tomorrow when all the furniture is taken out of the house I will set up our camping table and roll out the swag on the bedroom floor and we’ll end the way we started in this little house – camping inside with the dogs, and the comfort of a hot shower and a flushing toilet and electricity, and intermittent internet (because it’s raining and we always have crap internet when it rains!).
The rain is ironic. And beautiful. And much needed. And so typically annoying with the timing of it all. There is so much MUD! And we need to walk between all the outbuildings. The dogs think it is FANTASTIC!!!!!
Me? I’m just flat out tired, and working my lists, and drinking endless pots of tea, and stopping every now and again to just take in the beauty and madness of it all.
I’ll be back here when I can.
Lots of love, mud and half-packed boxes, Nicole xx