There’s this place we go sometimes, to get away from it all. Far away, between the hills and the sea.
It’s short of mod cons, but nobody minds.
Instead, there are three centuries and more of history.
It needs some love and attention.
The decor’s alternative.
And then there’s the wall. You can sit out there and chat, read, gaze at the hills, or just be…
I don’t normally dedicate posts, but this one’s for Pardshaw.