Left Behind

It felt strange waking up in a different bedroom this morning.
My head was at right angles to its usual position, and I couldn't see the eastern sky and the rising sun.
No matter, we were busy from the off.

His Lordship was anxious to buy some shelving and put it up in the only built in cupboard we have. Meanwhile I manned the fort awaiting delivery of a filing cabinet and a desk chair from the shop of equal shares for all.
They came half an hour before the deadline

We have now returned to the castle to check our e-mails, there being no internet connection yet at the Dower House.

It felt so familiar, like putting on a favourite jersey, walking up the garden path and going into the garden to blip the pigs we have to leave behind.
Sometimes I find it hard to believe that, unless asked back by the new owners, we won't ever be here again. Very sad and yet the future is exciting too.

We have had some touching cards from neighbours who profess to be sad at our going. We will miss them, even if it was only to say good morning and have a chat about the weather.
Our new neighbours seem to be busy professional people and I can't imagine that there will be the same sense of closeness.

Our left behind pigs are getting on in years and the mother pig has great problems with her rear end. She lost her tail a while back and that is why she likes to stay near the hedge