Period squatting

My new place, it's listed, old and in BS8, Rah rah rah.

As I said before, I'm not cool enough to squat, it's a thought that keeps me awake at night. Though I've come to a conclusion, that even though I'm not cool enough, it doesn't mean I'm not cool at all, thus I've now devised a plan of " convenience squating"

You see, My journey home is very strenuous, 7 miles of strenuosity. Though I can embark on such a trek with ease, often, like the case of last night, I get so far and find myself unable to push myself any further. I was intoxicated, which I must admit is a rare occurrence eventhough the doctors have already warned if I continue to minesweep I'll be dead within a year.

I would say that this hunting lodge may be 3/4 of the way home. I'm not sure if it is or was a hunting lodge, it's more of a gate house without a gate. It's the type of property estate agents refer to as "rustic" or a "DIY dream" It sits on the only entrance to Leigh court, the home I like to pretend I live. The original gatehouse was sold and even though impractical in it's architectural style and design, they somehow converted into a into a seemingly confusing residential property.

This building has always been a mystery, I'm guessing its listed or national trust though I don't particularly understand its purpose or plans for its purpose. Up to about 10 years ago it didn't have a roof, so I'm guessing once upon a time it burnt down. They put a new roof on it and repointed some of the masonry and it appeared that they were undergoing a renovation but ever since, the process of such a project has been set at a snail's pace.

An Artist's (with Downs) impression of the renovation.

Regardless, this is good news for me for I can make for it can be my half way house. It has electricity, and a hearth. There are piles of wood and off cuts so a fire can be built rather handsomely.

Just as it was last night. I went inside and lit a fire, to my utter shock, as the fire started to roar, butterflies began to flutter out from the ashes. Actual butterflies.. at first I believed I had somehow re-invented the Butterfly by building a fire in a particular way. There were no real explanation to why there were Butterflies amongst cinders, unseasonably in Novemeber. This was surrealism at it's best.

I'm guessing these Butterflies were hibernating so I felt guilty, so I wrapped some in paper and took them home.

They are now living in with my taxidermy Grouse.

They must be shitting theirselves, for my room boosts vast array of mounted displays of Entomology, mostly Butterflies. True, at first I assumed they were dying so I wanted to take them home to ultilise them, now I know they're hibernating, I've taken it upon myself to keep them alive, that is of course, until I get bored.