Tuesday, 28 July 2015

A perfect property

can often form what you find pleasing as an adult, such as this house:

This house is pleasing in so many ways, in fact it fits the almost to the letter the ideal of the place to live.  It needs a Victorian Wooden Conservatory with a patterned tiled floor to the left-hand side, but apart from that it's perfect.

Close to the church with the bells ringing on a late summer evening, the heady smell of Coxes Orange Pippin Apples and a tough naughty pony trotting by.

That could well be because it actually is the house I remember from my childhood, minus the Victorian Conservatory that seems to have gone now.


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