Mike is an old hand at this, so with a combination of skill,
a quick check of the undercarriage
and a certain amount of posing, (?)
we are under starter’s orders
and off down leafy lanes
and ever-narrowing byways until we reach our destination.
A minor snag
Is resolved by the old push-me-pull-you technique, and with nothing more than a slightly wonky chimney,
my hut is now safely installed in its beautiful new home.
It has been a long day, so I can’t get my head round anything much. I have been for a long swim in the Dart and heading for the fridge for a glass of wine.
Tomorrow is boxing day… or rather, de-boxing day. Thanks for all the chimney prayers!