reflective

A day of unpacking around the house - there are boxes absolutely everywhere. The upside is that about half of them are now empty. C'mon Pickfords, come and get the empties.

Not much else to report other than we took a walk up to the local park (not bad at all, quite large too). It's beginning to dawn on the family that we're in a different part of the country: the regional news features place names that no-one knows, the soil is different, the trees are different, the birds are different (coots aplenty at the park).

Tomorrow: the big blue and yellow shed full of flat pack furniture.