It's been an off grid kind of weekend here. We have one little spot in our world still unconnected to the internet, without even a television, and that's where we've been. Because it's unlikely to stay that way for very much longer. After some family discussion we have decided to accept an offer of a year long tenancy on our place by the shore.
They're moving in today, so it's been a rush-job weekend of cleaning polishing, gardening and sorting. Which is what I'm used to: I quite often blitz a house after someone leaves, clean it all, make it look good for the next person, but that's work (and, funny, because this isn't a blog about work, all of that never really appears - maybe it's time for a change?) This one feels more personal. This is, I suppose, our retirement project. We lend it out to family and friends and very occasionally accept a short term let (last summer we had some of the film crew working on a children's tv show in the castle in the village - kind of cool); but twelve months without it?
It was a chopping down bushes, deciding what could stay, hoovering, linen cupboard sorting, dusting, book moving, bathroom sparkling, picnic lunch grabbing, knitting during tea breaks, weeding in the rain, window cleaning, furniture moving, crockery counting, saying goodbye to the view kind of weekend.
And I took a few pictures. How about you? What did you do? Everyone welcome to join in on a Monday!