Where have all the tourists gone?...Home, that's where...The lakes are empty, there are no GB stickers on the back of passing land-cruisers, no late-night laughter after an evening of excess barbeque and vin rouge...
We have the place to ourselves now. My neighbour has gone back to Blighty for the winter, the kids are back at school, it's just me and the old man, rattling around the house.
Got to get some wood in - the forest is just waiting for our annual visit. We walk, scratch our heads, tot up how much wood we could get out before the weather turns too wet, and then climb back in the car, go home and phone a friend. Wood is promised, a deal is struck and I turn to the computer to list some vintage stuff on Etsy to pay for it...
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