My friend Vicky disappears off to her parents’ place in Sussex at every opportunity, and now I know why. It’s gorgeous.
The house has an Aga, a pantry, window seats in almost every room and a little turret(!) with a weather vane on top. The garden wraps around it, and has a summer house that’s framed by a rose and an apple tree.
I’ll probably never have an Aga, a pantry, a turret or even a window seat, but I reckon I might manage a little summerhouse like this one one day. In the meantime I’m going to let Vicky’s folks know that I am available for adoption.