"IT GOES OR I GO"
I am breaking free from the past. 
I have the house quite pared back.
Understated. Any addition would be
a disaster.
During the summer the country was
dryed-out. 
I climbed up quite high in the garden and
sawed down overhanging branches.
I paused, on the ground during a partial eclipse
  as the spheres seemed to line up.


What I'm hearing is that this village is a century
old now though my side of the road is from '41.
An air corps picture from that year of the estate
shows the new builds.  


It's strange, decades used to have their own
distinct characteristics or zeitgeist, now they are
all just a mish mash.
Some of the older people die off and some houses
become available, showing signs of being fixer-uppers.

Signs of perhaps a lot of cooking, bathing,
cigarettes with not much airflow.
New younger homeowners want fresh, 
not seventies carpets, bad air or
depressing decor. "Either it goes or I go".
So the house becomes a building site and then
re-emerges retro-fitted and extended with 
renewed kerb appeal.
/ / / iolfree