Empty

Next stop, Grenoble

The house echos and the floorboards creak. Our broadband connection persists for another few days, and one room contains everything we're taking with us for the next three months. Pumpkin is having a terrible time, though perhaps a little better with the departure of the three strange men and the large yellow lorry.

We've friends coming over tomorrow to help clean and tidy, but frankly I'm ready to go now. Waiting around in an empty house is not so interesting. We've made a reservation for dinner at the Cellar for one final meal on Saturday night, and we might make a visit to the Skeith stone - a standing stone we've talked about but never visited. Cellardyke is starting to seem like where we used to live.