Squirrel hole

I am in the process of turning L's bedroom into a sewing room. The task of emptying his room is quite overwhelming. There is so much of his childhood yet in another way so little as by the time we moved here he was a teenager he changed to being more gadget orientated. It will probably be easier once he moves to his new place and I can actually move stuff there.

Other than a little pottering in there, a very unproductive day

On the way back from our walk I suddenly thought about looking for the squirrel hole in the old tree that was chopped down. We used to often watch squirrels coming in and out. I was quite surprised at how big the hole was and the cavern inside