On arrival at the student house one housemate said to me rather sarcastically, “It is great if you want to live in a tent”. But this red yurt was so much more than just a tent. It had a front door, was insulated with sheep skin and was a breadth of 20ft across. The circular structure of the yurt and the window at the roof was a refreshing alternative to four walls. The view from below was a beautiful tree that dominated the garden; or on a clear night a blanket of stars. Perhaps my housemate was rather peeved with paying £20 a week more for her box room sitting on top of a busy road.
During the long winter that crept though spring, and a few long stormy nights, living outdoors did have a few disadvantages but I am hardier for it. Sharing my room with a secret snail that eat my drawings and spiders that only revealed themselves at night was my main concern! It was my first year in student accommodation and sharing a house with four others was a bit daunting. I like my early nights and early rises. The mornings were always so peaceful. The yurt was the perfect balance of student living. I could opt out and return to my retreat down the end of the garden when the worst of 90’s pop music was blaring indoors.