Inside The Tin Can.


It is dark outside and a north wind brings a chill as it blows the clouds away. Inside, a fire burns in our stove and keeps us toasty warm. Lewsey hunts for her red toy mouse and a cosy spot to curl up in.
Many land dwellers have asked me what life is like living in a boat. Well, it is life on a small scale where there is never enough storage and you can touch each side of the room at the same time. I love it. It is our home.

8 comments:

herhimnbryn said...

It looky very cosy and inviting.

herhimnbryn said...

Looks (even)

eretria said...

Still cosy and comfy. And I remember the special comfiness of that couch ...

Zhoen said...

Human scale, yes.

Rima Staines said...

Wow, lovely to look in :)
I want to come for a cup of tea :)
I like things on a small scale.. which is just as well really about to embark in our own wheeled tin can!
Hope you are well n happy xx

Tess Kincaid said...

"Snug as a bug in a rug" comes to mind, as my Grandma used to say. It looks comfortable and charming.

Avus said...

That looks "Christmas card cosy", Valonia.
I think if I loaded The Green Man with all my books you would not be able to get in the cabin and she(?) would sink anyway!
It must simplify and prioritise what you keep by you and that, perhaps, is no bad thing.

ArtPropelled said...

How wonderful! I just love the thought of living there.

Valonia, you mentioned postage on totems. Sending anything from South Africa is astronomical. It takes the joy out of it. There is a gallery owner in High Wycombe who shows my work when I have the stock.