Its been a rollercoaster week here at cherry tree acre. We’ve had highs and lows. Ive had colder feet than a penguin in the Antarctic. The support from friends has helped us persevere. We now realise we aren’t alone. We need our friends more than ever. We need to build a community.
As I type this my fingers ache. Im stinging from brambles, thorns and nettles. Many trees have been cleared and tossed aside for wood later on.
Today’s adventure has given me a pain in my jaw from smiling. We left the mobile home to go to a car boot sale. Both penniless we hoped to find things for our future
Along the way we met some very nice country dwellers. We spotted a number of things we didnt know one could pick up at a car boot sale- solid fuel stoves, for example. Next time I will be making a list and the aim will be to divide and conquer.
My haggling skills went to good use. The outfit above cost 2 euro.
I got this for a mere 25cents!!!
I feel like I really could get used to this way of life. I asked the joker to keep in mind that here on out we need quality, repairable items. No more things that are destined for the landfill. At the very least it should be burnable.
We even found tools! Our garden lawnmower is crying like a tiny puppy going through our brambles. We know its days are numbered but with little money, there wasn’t much choice. The scythe was 20, as was the strimmer. And a lovely lady backed me up on the goat suggestions. She reckons we may be able to get someone nearby to graze the goats on our land for free. I like ‘free’.
While browsing, The Joker was approached by a man who advised “you shouldn’t bought those”- nodding at scythe and strimmer. We looked at each other in panic, did we get ripped off? He smiled and said “its too much hard work”. Indeed it is! But wonderful hard work.
Look at him go! I, on the other hand was given the job of picking up. Within seconds of cutting down a tree, I’d cut up my hand. Himself was worried about my never ending clumsiness.
Luckily he forgot quite quickly so I returned to my idiocy and am now aching from hard work.
There’s a lot of junk to be cleared, hopefully all salvageable.
And tomorrow we get to go view that dream mobile home and see if we can strike a deal. Theres a rising feeling I me that this is no longer a fantasy I’m harbouring. It’s actually happening! Even Batman is looking forward to a change