By this afternoon all the will be left in the house will be our blow-up mattress. A lonely piece of comfort in our home that used to be filled with "us" The rooms echo with emptyness, the cupboards are bare.
On a brighter note the place has never been soooo clean and tidy!
Our "downstairs children" have been a great help lifting the heavy stuff and are feeding us tonight.
Our new "upstairs children" will be moving in Sunday, so the house will be a home again.
We are sad to be leaving the house and all the wildlife and friends we have, but fate has dealt us this hand, and we must play it to our best advantage.
Tomorrow we vanish into the wilderness