As the British Rail ads of the 1980s said, ‘We’re getting there’.
There has been quite a lot of house to sort out. Well, not so much house as contents of house. I started this operation last August and I’m very, very nearly there. Inside is pretty much done, and last week saw the removal of a local landmark that had been outside for 30 years:
It also saw the removal of an array of more well-hidden but equally long-resident objets du desir ranging from water-logged bags of fertilizer to sheets of asbestos and seven lawnmowers:
I’d never seen the path free of vehicles before. As one neighbour said when the trio of ivy-clad cars went, ‘It’s rather sad, really.’