Flying the Nest

 I’ve spent pretty much all day helping Heather and Ollie to move into their new home. Set off at 7.15 this morning, collected large van from van hire company, drove to storage facility, loaded stuff into van, drove to new house, unloaded stuff from van, carted things upstairs, nearly got stuck underneath a mattress, met the new neighbours including two adorable little girls, one of whom blew bubbles over us and showed off her new unicorn wristwatch. Drove back to storage facility, loaded rest of stuff into van, swept out storage facility, drove back to new home, unloaded rest of stuff, stopped at 1.45 for lunch purchased from nearby supermarket. That was the order of the day. Boxes and bags, furniture and crates. I shall be dreaming about shifting boxes, I think.

Drove back to Damson Cottage, arriving just after 3 p.m, to collect Ollie’s car, loaded his and Heather’s car with remaining of stuff they had at our place, mostly plants and a coffee table donated by us. And off they went, back to their new home to unload both their cars and return the van to the hire company. 

Harris is staying here until Monday, so they can sort out all their boxes and belongings. They will then come and collect him, and Ollie’s motorbike and trailer. And that will be it. Move made! 

Also on the move today are the three second batch swallow babies, who fledged this morning. Here they are:

It amazes me how they can develop from little fuzzy headed alien beings into fully fledged sleek flying machines in the space of two weeks. Their parents have been swooping around outside, calling to them, saying, ‘Come outside and play!’ I expect they will launch themselves outside within the next two days.

Tomorrow I shall drag myself into town to collect my new glasses. And then I shall drag myself home and read a novel. I’ve had quite enough activity for one weekend.