This morning, we woke to Ice on the windows of our Emma. Inside!
It’s a beautiful morning here in Cardiff, but too cold for our daily swim in the Taff, so instead I swing myself onto my bike and cycle, despite the frozen Gel pad saddle and gears, through Bute park to the shops.
The river gives off clouds of steam, especially near the weirs where white water crashes down the usually gently moisted slope. It’s been raining for days on end, storm Christoph has meant people elsewhere in the UK having to sandbag, or even evacuate, their homes. Every evening, I anxiously watch the online flood warnings so as to move Emma away from the river car park if needed, but somehow the Taff is not on the list of flood warnings, and indeed although high, I have seen it higher before without any problem to the car park.
It’s been a year of sorting through stuff in various houses – Paris, Devon and Cardiff. A year of engaging in old, dusty matter, to shift what is no longer needed.
There is light at the end of this particular Tunnel. Soon we will be able to fold our life back into Emma and live by the daily rhythms that this more simple life dictates; finding wood, chopping it, lighting the fire, find water if needed, clean the van if needed (which doesn’t take nearly as long as cleaning a house!) practise, busking, cooking, reading etc.
Doing a clothes wash is a more exciting event which takes best part of a day and involves meeting new people, from finding a launderette to having everything washed and dried, rather than chucking a load into the washer at home while doing another 15things at the same time.
I look forward to the simplicity, despite the ice on the windows – inside.
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