We have until recently looked upon menopause as the ‘fall’ or autumn of our lives. But now we are living and working longer, we can view it entirely differently.
The barn has been tidied; old bits of furniture have been moved to one side, logs piled neatly, the floor brushed, garden furniture stacked. A battered dining room table, once white, now splattered with water colours, acrylics, furniture paint and inks, is moved centre stage. Canvas chairs are unfolded and sit expectantly either side of the table. A large workbench has been cleared, the windows are flung open onto the back garden which is shaded by fig trees.