Moving

 This is the first despatch from our new home in Warwickshire. Amidst a welter of boxes, packing tape, piles of things in every corner and the joys of trying to find stuff you know you packed but can't quite put your finger on, there has been barely time to draw breath. And we have been here fully five days.

I am, finally, sat at my desk looking out over the edge of the estate - and it really is an estate - over a wildflower meadow to a horizon of trees. 

 

 

 

This is one of the key reasons we left beautiful Ruislip; we were fortunate to have lived in one of the pleasanter parts of the suburb but houses surrounded us in all directions. Here it is mainly trees, fields and the low density buildings of the retirement village to which we have migrated.

Our moving men did not do us many favours. We had a plan for us to arrive at the property first so as to direct them - they changed it and split the load into two. Load one arrived some time before we did and they had unloaded wherever they thought fit.They piled up the boxes four and five high in front of many of the storage units to which the contents were destined. We had to shift the boxes before we could do anything and they were heavy! They elaborately packed up wooden spoons and similar with twists of paper but took apart a delicate display case containing miniatures that were all stuck firmly in place, damaging the case in the process and breaking the bonds that held the pieces in place. 

We moved into a newly-built house and have the usual "snagging" issues but so far nothing that is worse than a minor irritant. 

There is still much to do so I will end here and resume when I have renewed my literary energies.