Sedbergh

Spar with view
Started at Windermere and finished in Sedbergh with various frustrations in between.
I came out of work humming as I went to the Spar to get stuff to prepare a meal for my Australian cousin and his wife who will arrive tomorrow, stopping off on their way north.
And I am now trying to make the place vaguely habitable for them. In spite of winning the little publicised but much coveted 'Hermit House of the Year Award' there is much to do. I know there are many who enviously leaf the pages of Hermit Homes and Garden dreaming of piles of grot and detritus and wistfully gazing into the middle distance wishing that they too could cultivate years of dust (eat your heart out Philip Pullman). And there is so much dust, layers and layers of consciousness. I probably need more dust. And, of course, there are all the little corners where reminders lurk ... which is probably why I avoid cleaning.
As I excavate I find myself humming.