It’s been called the Cabin, the Chalet, the Bachelor Pad, Yes even the Shed…Every time I look at this photo I can’t help think how much I miss the place. It was the first set of four walls and a roof I could really call my own, I was the first person to live in it and because of the bloody council probably the last (they denied Willie the planning permission) I really made it my own …its strange I’ve always prided myself for being unattached to practically anything, a wanderer, a traveller; the guy who was(in)famously known to hop on a train at a whim and go through 4 countries in a week; this place grounded me for good, I suspect. The funny thing is instead of resenting it I feel grateful.
