country matters

for anyone who has been swallowed whole by a house move

shifting a life from floorboards to boxes, and back again

playing existential hide & seek for weeks on end

you'll know the beautiful highs & desperate lows on parade

from removals van to local dump

child's first room to the buttercream country kitchen

i've left saff east london behind, for a quieter life in the country

with my cookery books, my veggie patches, and my silent eves

beneath the creaking eaves of this 1898 cottage

in leafy, green kent

the hub is already home-brewing, and i've bought out garden trading

odd how a londoner through-and-through can be so quickly

charmed by the greener grass on the other side

my aim:

to write more, to read more, to sit on the greener grass more...

to make and take the time, rather than hoping to fake the time

- here, in the new gaff -

part ebay, part old & borrowed, part heals & high street

now to find a shampoo that suits my new soft-water self...