Monday, 14 May 2012
I didn't think I would want to see the house but suddenly I realised that I needed to see it one last time. I felt nothing, no tugging of heart strings to move back in, no longing to transport it to Australia. It was a kind of closure I guess. I was pleased to see that the family renting it were apparently enjoying it, with a bouncy castle in the garden and a party in full flow with seven cars parked in the drive. The canal, which runs beside the house, was busy with narrow boats going up and down. Further down the canal is a very low bridge which can only take one boat at a time. Before motorised boats the crew could push the boat through by lying on the deck and pushing off with their feet on the ceiling of the bridge.