OK, maybe a few words. Silence isn’t really my thing. Words just keep bubbling up, like the outdoor spa I’ve been luxuriating in every afternoon … with a plastic goblet of Snow Road sparkling in hand. And this has been my view as I sip.
Farewell Matcham Valley. I will miss you. In the words of Darryl Kerrigan: “So much serenity”. Except without the irony.
And that’s about as silent as it gets at HouseGoesHome.