On the move again

So, the nomads are moving once more, as is our wont in life. Another year (kind of), another new location. After the last year plus on the edge of the Fen Country outside Cambridge, we are off to the formerly Roman city of Verulamium, now known as St Albans. It is a quick 20 minute train ride to Kings Cross station, therefore far more suited to commuting than Waterbeach was.

Now as can be expected from people who have moved every year for the past decade, we are quite used to packing. Of course we are not the only ones:

Guinness is such a pro – this will be his sixth house in five years – that he is more than willing to lend a paw. Admittedly his efforts are usually not as productive and he often wanders about the house looking plaintively at the boxes. However once settled into the new place he is quick to make things his own:

He is shown here on the mattress, which up until our most recent move used to sit on a box spring and frame, but now just sits on the floor. The reason for this is when an American box spring meets an English staircase, the English staircase often wins. I wish I could say we fought the good fight, but really it was a very one-sided fight and in the end we were forced to retire to our lonely mattress.

All in all though it was a very expedient move, for which we must thank our good friend Rob for helping with, especially his skill at manoeuvring the twelve foot truck down our rather tiny Lane.