Limbo

Now we've decided on a place and are signing the compromis de vente (spelt wrong) on Monday, we have more spare time to plan what to do when we get there. Been looking at polytunnels (which are a third less expensive in the UK), chicken tractor designs, and thinking about Christmas.



This all means that we're in a kind of limbo at the moment, as we can't do much until we have a hand-over date, so we're spending the time walking, reading, drawing (me), making a cacophony on the ukulele (me) and sitting in front of the fire in the evening.



Found out a couple of nice things: distilling your own is legal here (each farm is allowed one still) and there's an organic dairy farm up the road. So we're sorted for White Russians.

Went for a walk along the bay of Morbihan (meaning "little sea" in Breton) last week and came across this Ent. K's just behind it, within arm's reach.