5th August 2017.
My cottage is situated on a never ending slope. On the way, you stumble across the remains of Sherpas who found the journey treacherous. Everything has go up or down this path, which is great as a training schedule, but, although if you do it everyday, you still never get used to it.
Everything fitted into the rental van, and disappeared into the ravenous jaws of the giant crusher. In a thousand years time when archaeologists are digging in the landfill they will come across these carpets and believe that humans were covered in dog hair.
On the way back I loaded the first batch of boxes destined to be stored in the cottage. These boxes didn’t seem that heavy at the bottom, but at the top of the slope, with the thin air, they weighed a ton. After ten boxes I thought I was going to die, and this was just the start. Over the next few weeks everything I treasured would have to climb that hill.
Another Lifetime to go 