It doesn’t seem a whole month since we moved, but it is! Four weeks ago yesterday we moved to Stannington, a village, now part of Sheffield, on the Northwestern rim of the city, across the Loxley valley from our daughter Rachel who lives in Hillsborough. There is a strong sense of community here – the library is entirely run by volunteers, the church is very much a local church, and the shops, right opposite our house, are small and personal.

The house, as I mentioned, is very old, and a serious danger to tall visitors – even we, both about 5’9″, have to duck going through some of the doorways, but anyone of six foot or more will find moving through the house quite tricky.

We are getting the downstairs bathroom refurbished soon, as the 1970’s bright orange suite is not really us. B&Q will replace and re-tile, with a new mixer shower, for a very reasonable price.

Our piano, for long lent to Emma, has returned, and to my joy I can still play it. Getting tuned today. Hope to help with music at church.

No mention of health, as we have both just been re-scanned and are awaiting the results.