A couple of times now I've looked out of the back bedroom window at the tidy lawns and the garden path, and the brightly-painted shed and the bright green fir tree, and the apple tree, and wondered if I really want to leave it all. But 'location'. I can't be happy here, and I told the house I would try to sell it to someone who could appreciate it, and I think that's what I've managed. 'Life is a casting off.'

Some sun