Once or twice a year, he places a large order for materials which are delivered to his doorstep. Thus equipped, he can look forward to several months of peaceful work. His son is six. He goes to the school village right up the road. He is learning my craft first-hand, a chance he would not have if we lived in the city, and he has the surrounding fields to play in more freedom than any city child would ever have.
Old doors add a subtle, artistic touch.
Only wild plants flourish luxuriantly. A woman chips in with a complaint about sand fleas. He made up his mind long ago not to let these insignificant intruders spoil his life style. It is almost dusk. We head for the city.