Hunting

With a fair while to go before I need to move, I wouldn't say my quest for a house is a full-on 'hunt' at the moment.

More a ramble in the woods, peeking through the branches at what's on the horizon. Dipping my walking-booted and sensible-socked toes into little puddles of rain water along the way.

Up ahead, I sense there's a dense forest with thorny branches and a fair few wolves waiting to jump out on me.

But for now. I'm happy meandering through the undergrowth.

I don't know where this analogy is going, so I'll stop it here.