Back to the house via a quick detour into town.
Lit a fire to warm the house up a bit.
Cleared and cleaned out kitchen cupboards (awkward angles, nearly got stuck inside!)
Made a start on the garden and got pots ready to take and tidied a bit.
Nearly bottomed out the shed.
Got another load packed up for Oxfam (yes, more books) and headed over.
Back again and walked up the lane as it got dark before treating myself to a bath ... bliss. I’m really going to miss that.
Packed up the car, headed back and unloaded.

Lovely to hear throat singing making a comeback from near extinction...I remember Billy Connolly’s delight at hearing two Inuit woman throat singing on one of his programmes years ago. Love the Christmas Carol version ... I find it utterly mesmerising just as BC did ...https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EvA55Fvcljg

Sad to hear of the death of Joan Didion ...

‘Nor can we know ahead of the fact (and here lies the heart of the difference between grief as we imagine it and grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself.’
(from The Year of Magical Thinking)