Soar-Dream-France: On Our Way

On Our Way

Sunday was a day of spontaneous happenings around here. Greg came down to borrow a box to return some shoes that didn't fit to the UK. After we found something that would work, we sat out on the terrace, had a coffee, watched our feathered trapeze artists, and decided to go to the barn so he could see the wagon and the yogurt pots. I was still exhausted from the village fête the night before, but for some reason Greg was ready to try to move the wagon. With the wagon covered in yogurt pots and my writing nook set up at the door, we found ourselves moving things and even removing things that I'd thought were pretty permanent. We were very proud of ourselves. Greg was in the front, I pushed the wheels from behind, and we were able to guide the wagon through the barn and up the little incline at the door, to roll a bit more and rest on the side by the train tracks. I really thought we'd need a team of people, but this duo worked really well. The next step is to roll it across the land in front of the lavoir over to the land that belongs to me so it can be set up in its permanent space. We're going to wait till Tuesday when another friend comes to visit to move it the rest of the way. There is an incline in front of the lavoir which means a much larger hill to push it up over to the land on the other side. In the meantime, I want to tidy the land a bit and see if I can find something for the wheels to rest on so they won't continue to deteriorate like they did in the soil in the barn. With the wagon and the wooden cross bar it was resting on removed from the barn-all I have is open space in front of me now. As Greg says: "Now you don't have any excuses not to be digging!" I've set the goal for myself for the summer to get to the end of the manger-about the distance I dug last summer; leaving about another third of the barn left to complete.