Starting to pack up the wagon for our journey to the North West. Most of the room has been taken up with the dog crate and a bale of hay (don't ask). Still there is plenty room for my spinning wheel, sewing machine, fabric and wool stash, boxes and baskets of notions and another few loads of books. John will have to get going on those bookshelves this trip. Most of our clothes will be squeezed in, once the dog is settled down, and bags of food, and pots and pans will fit in any spaces.
Cupboards, shelves and drawers are slowly emptying each time we make this journey. There is now a definite scent of permanence about this move.
The hens will be moving up in early March - one of our tasks this time is to fix up a home for them. Here they are enjoying a communal dust bath in the greenhouse. They do like their little luxuries, those girls. I hope croft life suits them, I miss them a lot.
Tonight I watched the full moon rise over the garage roof, and had the delicious thought that tomorrow night, I will see it sail through the big skies of Lewis. Let that wagon roll. xx