The metal box we've hired is beginning to look like home, but we seem hardly to have dented the accumulation of stuff we need to shift. How on earth did I ever come to own so many books?
There's a big roofed space that'll hold a couple of vehicles- perhaps three. You raise the metal shutters and drive in and load your gear onto a flat-bed trolley with front wheel drive. To get to the corridor that holds our box I have to pass through a solid wooden door that slams behind me with a sound like a gangland hit. I take care to close it very gently.