The Wooden Wheelbarrow

The Wooden Wheelbarrow
So much depends
upon
a wooden wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

With apologies to William Carlos Williams

Just as I was blipping the electricity went off again - a horrible shock, but it's come back on again, thank goodness! A busy day washing just about everything - clothes, floors, bathrooms, myself and all with lovely hot water! What bliss to watch a dvd last night in a warm, well lit room and then have a long and indulgent bath! Himself has been chainsawing madly and making good inroads into the chaos - we shall certainly be well off for firewood next year.
I went into Bantry for a spot of shopping and came back on the coast road. The landscape has really changed - the beaches have been eroded and the sea has advanced, and everywhere huge pebbles and rocks are strewn carelessy around. And so many trees down, just toppled like matchsticks. I had a mooch around this little place - currently for sale . It's an old farm and a former shop. I think it was a general store, now there's nothing on the northside - no village, no pub, no school, no Post Office, no shop. The house has amazing sea views though but in the last storms the water came a little too close for comfort, right across the road in fact and knocked down the boundary wall. The tidy row of old animal pens remain, the doors painted a sage green, and the old wheelbarrow a reminder of times long gone.