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Mission (almost) accomplished

Photo taken by our dear friend Ralie who braved
the first chaotic days after the big move with us.

But for the tractor and slasher, to be delivered as soon as road and weather conditions allow, the move to Barrowfield, Wakkerstroom has been completed. We can hardly believe it ourselves, but what seemed an impossible mountain to move, had been relocated, one exacting piece at a time, leaving behind only the empty shells of the buildings that had housed us for many years.

What I found most daunting, was that every single possession, be it dust bin or darning needle, had to be decided upon: would it be kept and thus moved, sold, given away or discarded? And every decision had its according consequences in seemingly endless chains of actions that seemed to have no end.

It is a massive relocation consisting of both George's wood and machining workshops, my pottery studio, both our homes, as well as George's father's. Now the next phase is at hand: to settle everything into place and start materialising The Restory, the way we had envisaged it when we started out blogging about it.

There are some major stumbling blocks still to overcome: the windmill is not yet functional and we have no running water in the house. That should soon be resolved however with George having had to learn the ropes on windmill mechanics pronto. A bigger problem is the very poor mobile phone and internet reception we have which makes for very limited connection to the outside world. Quotes for the supply of signal enhancing equipment are way over our budget and we are somewhat flustered by this.

But to finally be there. I can't get enough of the glorious views from every window, the crispness of the air, the vast expanse of sky. The quiet.

Please bear with us. We believe that, like every other difficulty we faced during this tedious phase were straightened out without fail, our connectivity also will soon be restored. We want nothing more than to share what we have with you.

Matilda

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