Socks
Whisky
Matches
Bread
Cheese
Coffee (the last batch grew mould!)
Bacon
Green stuff and oranges - to prevent scurvy!
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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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- On the other hand...
- More mechanical disasters...
- As I recover from the week of mechanical suckiness...
- Today I have an overwhelming desire to hit people.
- Facebook hates me...
- The mechanical suck continues...
- The embankment cafe has stuck a plastic hawk on it...
- Is there a Deity (or Saint - I'll be ecumenical he...
- I was going through some writing exercises I scrib...
- So Jealous...
- I got a phone call at lunchtime yesterday from Ang...
- This village has the *nicest* Jehovah's Witnesses
- Of course, urban/rural hubris makes for better rea...
- Guilty secret
- damnation
- At 5pm I walked down to the hamlet to pick up a du...
- The cottage as bright and clean as the sky.
- Shopping list for weekend
- Sleeping in the Stone Caravan tomorrow, and the we...
- Working hard to finish the Ethiopian script, it ju...
- The wind has shifted to the South East...
- Snoozles
- Bought the Solarventi unit for the cottage, and I ...
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