It is somewhat trite to say that change is a constant – be it good or bad or even when we try to be indifferent. Moving house, especially when moving further afield, certainly foregrounds change. And even when the change is chosen, adapting can be demanding and nostalgia can become one’s go-to space.
Continue reading “Ch-ch-ch-changes”Well, I had hoped to post during February after our move, but here we are half-way through March! All is well, and I am pleased to report we are settling in.
Continue reading “Settling in and some incidental bird watching”