The cottage is finally fit for human habitation - and I am shivering and
coughing in the city.
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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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- Typical! You cross the border into Wales and the ...
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- How the $@*^% do I manage to find the ironing boar...
- Weird and nasty things, writers
- The swallows have gone, leaving mounds of feathers...
- September has to be the best month in Northumberland
- Should I?
- Must be feeling better -
- Uggh. I just want this cold to go away
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