We had a lovely summer and autumn, and enjoyed watching the farm and fields going through all the changes of the seasons.
Christmas was just around the corner when my little Charlie was knocked down and killed by a van on the farm track at the back of the house. I was devastated and moved out that day. I stayed at my mum and dad's for two months (it also didn't help that the boiler burst, and I was without water for all of that time). I very nearly gave up on the house altogether then, I could hardly bear to come home. I'm glad I did in the end, but it was miserable all alone.
So I got two new kittens, Pixie and Willow, to come and live with me. I can never replace Charlie, he was a very unique little cat, but he left such a void in my little world. I would like to keep these two as indoor cats. They will certainly be staying indoors until they are spayed at six months, and if they show no interest in going out after that I'll be very happy.
And so we've slowly gotten back to normal. Spring is slowly bringing the garden back to life, and the nights are getting brighter.
I've made some improvements to the garden, including the addition of a raised bed for veg.
P.S. I finished my blanket!!