the high life

It may be small, but it's perfectly formed.  This is the living room in the Train Shed. The ceiling rises all the way to the roof of the building.  The acoustic is amazing, so I begin the morning with some guitar practice.

Then I wander round the corner to the Spanish cafe for coffee with an old work mate.  We chat for about two coffees and then I walk into town for some shopping.  Not a week's worth - just enough to fill a rucksack.

They say that life is not a rehearsal; it is actually.  We're practising living the simple, 'walking-into-town' based life, which we hope to continue when we finally move into our new home in a few months' time.

The novelty has not yet worn off.