While the move went on, she worked out age building deals for places she could afford. Funds usually made possible by Midtown Museum were dried up figuratively and literally, but sometimes a better plan is conjured when sentences are carved out of story, or new lands for building occur out of nowhere on the prior known horizons. Its all word of mouth, and googling about.
Once the house made its way up the canal in Brigadoon (a tight fit), I set out to make it comfy. Rotting floors were removed, trap door hinges were fixed, the smithy shop in the back was outfitted with the latest archaeological finds. The most weighty issue revolved around setting the megalithic era rocking stone into a small space in the front of the house. I wanted passers by to see how the rock returned to its tilt after being touched. After placing a few flowers in the box, the stone looked quite nice.
Note: After my small cottage in Austral sunk into the South Steamlands sea, I hesitated to settle into any house (apartments yes, houses no). When I saw the cliff I knew this was the place to try again. Renovating the ancestral cottage, also saved from a deluge, is icing on the crag cake.