The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

End of season

Went to collect my health food order and deliver some food for the hens and ended up spending a happy day on the local organic farm and campsite.

They were dismantling the yurt, used as holiday accommodation through the summer, and needed another pair of hands. It was fascinating to see the solid structure, complete with stove and chimney, come apart, piece by piece until we were just left with the wooden crisscross framework that supports the walls. These folded up, concertina-like, in 3 sections.

At times the rain threatened and we quickened our pace, but in the end it never materialised and we got everything safely packed away for another year.

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