Inside Out...The resurgence of Old Albion in a foreign field.

 Starting again, again... It's what I do best.

At long last, I'm back at the terminus.We'll set about now to complete the jobs we started.A north facing work place,completion of the Roundy House project,"Building on the foundation of historic ruins".A  nourishing plantscape, a habitat fit to live in.It's been worth the struggle, feels like I'm coming home for the first and last time.No longer blinded by the collective glare of directionless opposing light, sheltered from the cacophony of unsupressed "Noise of Electrical Convenience" and the battering of unwanted telephone calls.I can now make the most of rare moments of peacecful tranquility. Creative Quietude.

Gnome from Home... Heading back  to the context of my origin. Conceived in a caravan by seasonal agricultural workers, in the Vale of Evesham. Grateful for the restart.Strikes me as the antidote for much that an obviously "Sick Building"may impart.There's a lot of good I can do from here that would be rendered impossible by remaining in the facility at the bottom of the ridge. Time to take the high ground and regain a grip on my health. Just enough time to revive a totally knackered man. 

The Roundy House Project is hardly a scratch on the world surface. Around the seasons less tidy jobs. Shucking peas and corn, carding wool , basket weaving;such tasks that would not marry well with food processing in the kitchen 

The bid  for the corner house attatched to ours, has been accepted. Anne -So has plans of her own. Expanding crafty ideas will blossom there, maybe inspire a few landless Urbanites to release themselves from the gridlock of compulsive wage slavery. The Garden is our common ground.We'll keep you posted at present we are in transition. That's all for now.  I. Wazir