Some observations on our new home

After a week of living here

Last week I travelled into work from the new house.

Because we’re now living on the other side of town (and our village has no bus service to Hebden Bridge, and it’s too far to walk there and back) it feels like I’m back in the routine I had a few years ago: drive in early to secure a parking spot, walk through the park, pick up a few bits for lunch, then sit in the shop and write or read until it’s time to open up. With a big mug of coffee, of course.

It was windy and raining and - yes - still autumnal. Just the tiniest whisper, but there I was in my trusty Blundstone boots and a jumper. It was very bookshop.