This is the other thing that has been occupying me of late: our summer house, finally lined and insulated a couple of weeks ago. I spent half-term wrestling with cans of expanding foam and tubs of filler and vats of paint, to finally create our quiet space.
We call it "Ti Izel", Breton for "low house" - because it's at the bottom of the garden. It is to be our quiet space - our space away from the house, a space to meditate, a space with
no telephones no computers no violins or pianos or radios.