Leave only footprints...

Monsoon season was sweeping through this particular corner of Camden when Sam and I arrived from different directions today, ready to help Mr B move some boxes to create more living space, and it's fair to say we were pretty damp when we knocked on his door, especially our socks...

Mr B was in a highly manoeuvrable wheelchair and was able to explain to us what he actually wanted moving for this mission - in this case a double bed frame and mattress that he was looking to sell, which we moved into the living area (and back again) for his daughter to photograph, and then a heavy wooden chest and glass TV table to create a better space in his bedroom.

The somewhat unseasonal inclement weather put paid to any plans to move some boxes from the living room into a shed outside as originally planned, so that will need to be part of a follow up mission. Sam and I were very conscious that you could trace our paths around Mr B's flat by the trail of damp footprints we were leaving everywhere, but fortunately Mr B's daughter was very skilled with the mop...