Our life these last few weeks has been all about stuff. Lots of stuff. Mostly Tim's stuff, trying to purge a lifetime of it and pack up the rest because the house in Litchfield has sold and we're on the move to the great land that is Canada. It starts with a big garage sale.
Then comes the packing station. We're so good at it now we're sure Santa would hire us for his workshop.
The heirloom ironstone from England waits to be wrapped.
As does the portrait of Tim painted when he was 13. It's been a lot of places but never Canada.
As the packing nears an end our reward is feet up in bed with a fine bottle of bubbly.
Tim underestimates how long it takes and scrambles to go through things he didn't know he had.
Wrapping up the job literally and figuratively we head for a final meal at the Tollgate Inn (built 1745) down the road.
We raise a glass to lovely Litchfield and the wonderful memories we have of it and our friends here. We'll miss it and them and over the lamb and Beaujolais Nouveau (thank you Chris at Casa Bacchus) we resolve to visit again someday.
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