I’ve spent decades dreaming about the perfect life. It’s about time I let myself have one.
Sunday, 3 March 2013
Dunes and dreams
The sun was shining again on Sunday after
a night of snowstorm. I took a walk around the old cow house and barn to admire
the white dunes the storm had built up.
I also shovelled myself a path to
the barn stepping inside for the first time in months. Just like it often happens in the
summertime, once I was inside I couldn’t help climbing the narrow stairs to the upper floor to have a look at the space I can envision so many uses for.
It is a nicely shaped attic
room with three windows facing the east. A little bit of love and affection,
plus quite a bit of hard work, could turn this miserable but airy space with a
floor covered in bird droppings and what not into a perfect summer (guest)room.
I am painfully aware this will not happen while I’m the owner of the wreck of a
building. It is a consolation to believe someday someone will make this dream of mine come true by converting the wooden attic of the red brick veteran into a summer retreat.