Work

Animal instinct. Almost drowning through soggy February with desperate, half-finished 'projects' scattering the landscape. And now a smile returns to Maco's face and the sun shines, as a full-on engaged battle to regain some normality to the look of our place resumes. 
Tasty details from imaginations are beginning to feature, quizzical neighbours don't understand.
Tools in wrong places, constantly a challenge to save time and remember where they were last placed. 
Quarrels, ideas, egos on what looks best. Usually by the end of each day tired limbs and a sense of calm prevails before we start again the next morning.
Organised chaos, and this after nearly five years here. When we are ready to move in it may be the time when we have to move out.
But for now we feel lucky to be able to do this, to experiment and make mistakes too. Nothing wrong with that.
A "not that nice" door and frame stands proudly near our front-door waiting to be sold / given away for free / driven to iron recycling or the tip. It has been in this temporary resting place for 3 weeks. We walk past it everyday and everyday we plan to do something about it. But everyday it stays in this same place as other tasks take precedence. That door and frame is a symbol of our work here. Once that door has gone, we will be ready.