The joy of just hanging out

Now this might not look like much to the casual viewer; just a load of washing hanging on a washing line, slightly stuck in a tree.  To me, it’s a revelation. 

We’ve been here over two years now and whenever I’ve put the washing out I’ve had to make sure the dark stuff goes closer to the central pole and that the show side of each item does not touch the washing line.  This is because the washing line was green and everything pegged to it had little green moss lines on it afterwards.

Today, before I put the washing out, I cut the old line down and replaced it with new line.  The replacement line’s been waiting for about a year but I somehow thought Ian would do it.  That of course would have required Ian to hang the washing out and then notice the little green lines.  What possessed me to think it would ever make onto, let alone to the top of, his To Do List I will never know.

I can’t say it was quick, but it was easy. 

Below is some of the old line… looks like the results of the gardening I did later in the day, but it’s white washing line.