I own a pair of snow boots! Usually the moment I see snow, or even a hint of ice on the street I become incapable I’ll try not to freeze!of walking properly. I’m so terrified of falling over and breaking something useful like a leg, I walk at snails pace with all my attention on the few inches of ground in front of my toes. But not any more. I own a pair of snow boots with tread as deep as on an American ‘Big Bud’ tractor. To the deep snow I’m seeing forecast for the UK this winter I say ‘bring it on – I’m ready for you!’ Although of course I will be living in a canvas yurt perched on the side of a stunningly beautiful but secluded valley, off grid while I’m in it, a mile down a single track lane and four miles from the nearest town down a very steep hill… so to be honest I don’t mind if it’s deliciously mild.
Just four days to go and I’ll have filled my little lionhearted car with all the goodies I need to keep warm – apart from the logs which I haven’t sourced yet – and heading to Wales. I move in on Tuesday. Life will never be the same again!
But I’m a happy camper, or do I call myself a yurter now?
I’ll see you on the other side. Of moving in that is. Before that I’ll be at Patrick MacManaways introduction workshop to Practical Geomancy – a necessity when you have a love affair with the land like I have.
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Elizabeth Butterworth
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Wonderful … Following with much interest in your success xx
Francesca
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Thank you so much Elizabeth – your encouragement will keep me going 🙂
Elizabeth Butterworth
Wonderful … Following with much interest in your success xx
Francesca
Thank you so much Elizabeth – your encouragement will keep me going 🙂
Anne
Have a great journey down the wendy way of the M4 to your new adventure xx