Every day I'm here in Halifax, my affection for it grows and I'm glad for the move.
It's different.
Yes.
Definitely different from Dorset. But that was the point - to seek something new.
Recently, though, I had to go back south to take final readings on the gas, water and electricity meters and to hand back keys to the house.
This might have been painful. I might have had a crisis. I might have changed my mind. I might have decided I didn't want to live in Yorkshire after all. Disaster! But I didn't. I wanted to blow my life in Dorset aside like a dandelion clock. Done.
Rather than sleep in my old house void of furniture carpet lifted etc. etc. . . . I lived in a tent. There were ground level plants everywhere.
And so there are in Halifax! It's just that I'll have to pay more attention!
Summer in Dorset is full of colour.
And in Halifax too.
I'm here.
(The performers in the top photo are part of Circus Raj - one of the re-opening events at The Halifax Piece Hall.)
