Thursday Night: - I baked rhubarb with orange zest and ginger.
It's cooling down on the window sill.
I'll eat it for breakfast.
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An account of life in a Northumbrian Croft
In November 2006 I was offered the chance to take on a three room cottage with no road, electricity, or mains water - the "Stone Caravan" of the title.
As I don't have an ounce of sense I said yes, and this is the journal of my attempt to live in the wood...
The Stone Caravan
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