There is no electricity. There is no running water.
This is how it looked five or six years ago:
Since then, as far as anyone is aware, no one has been near it. It will therefore be wildly overgrown, barely accessible even. It may also have become home to wild animals – foxes, bears, gentlemen of the road. It may even have fallen down. Apparently this is quite a genuine fear.
It’s in France by the way, and it’s owned by my sister and her husband. The nearest big town – Limoges – is half an hour away by car.
This weekend we’re going to take a look at it. If it’s still standing, I’m thinking I might go and live there, probably after my birthday at the end of May till the end of the summer. Or beyond.
I could do the place up. And write by oil lamp. I could do sit-ups. And learn some French. I could ride my bike and go swimming in the nearby lake. I could even figure out what I’m going to do with my life.
Ah, the more things change, eh? Eh?