This morning I trundled off down the lane over the little humped back bridge & up the hill to where the most beautiful house sits nestled. It is my dream home, I say dream as never in a million years could we ever afford to live somewhere like this, it has servants bells in the kitchen, a scullary and a boot room, a larder, two staircases and then more leading up to the attic...although this is the case, I feel quite privileged that I am able, once a week to spend time in this beautiful place, looking after two little dogs, they have the poshest names you ever did here! So I call them Squidge and Boris, as its so much easier and they really don't seem to mind.
|you can just see squidge and Boris....|
The garden of the beautiful house is huge, but where I let the doggies out is a old fashioned walled kitchen garden, with a little apple orchard, green house & vegteble patch. I sometimes sit on the bench in the winter sunshine hot mug of tea in hand, and dream of what I would plant if I had a garden like this.
Even the washing line is beyond beautiful.....
|these are not my wellies....|
And that was my happy day