Monday, June 5

At the end of the drive ...



Literally. You walked down the drive, and about 50 yds on the road and where the thing of sand was kept, for icy hilly roads, there was a steep footpath that took you deep into the woods and down the side of this river. We walked it every day, and never grew tired of it. I never could.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful!

quite fancy dipping my toes in there, to cool off

hope you had good hols

ps: remember you asked for reading recommendations awhile back on your side bar? try Sarah Dunant's The Birth of Venus

the Beep said...

we had more than a good hols. It were bliss. And you know what: the local is for sale, and I am so sorely tempted.

thanks for tip btw. I'll seek it out.

Anonymous said...

oooh, you a landlord!

(acutally, I find that a slightly scary thought)

(you were referring to a pub, weren't you?)