the derelict house next door

Probably for the last time. The slow decay of the house next door over the last twelve years has been interesting, but also very sad, and I’ll be kind of glad not to confront it every day we are here.

Hot morning tennis; I’m always a tad sweaty and resentful at the beginning then happy, hot and tired by the end. Lovely swim, probably the last in this pool, unless I jump in again now…
More clearing up, this time making sure we don’t leave any food lying around for the new owners, while leaving enough for ourselves.
Onward.