We're out of the cottage and back in the house. Forced out by small wood-boring insects and the need to have professionals come in and sort them out.
I tried to treat the cottage beams myself, last year, but the woodworm march onwards has been inexorable and so it's time to get the job done properly.
Otherwise, we'd still be snug in the cottage at the bottom of the garden, with its underfloor heating, double glazing and good insulation. But it's back to the hot-water bottles, bed-socks (very important before putting one's feet down onto cold floors first thing in the morning), extra layers and calor gas heaters to stand between us and the draughts.
Who would have thought May would be this cold? Or maybe, with cottage living, we've just gone soft.