Tuesday, September 12, 2006

New Life

Bridges are, as this is written, burning.

The house is on the market. The ink on the resignation letter is dry - and it wasn't invisible. Even the boss has come to terms with the news.

Last weekend saw stage one of hunting a new home. Not quite gunning for bear, but you get the idea.

There was a scan of the local newspaper for the desultory choice of current vacancies. Luckily there appears to be a thriving "street people" scene in North Devon. And, you need no qualifications or sit an interview.

Ah, that fresh air! Too bad Barnstaple suffers from chronic traffic problems.

Anyway, apart from burning bridges (not the Barnstaple Western By-pass) there are a few hares being chased. And, there's (mixed metaphorical) fields to (metaphorically) plough!

Green acres is the place to be
Farm living is the life for me
Land spreading out,
so far and wide
Keep Manhattan,
just give me that countryside.

:: Posted by pete @ 20:54