The spring we spent in England
we lived mostly
in a little village of
in the Cotswolds
In a cottage
called Blue Row
It's an 1806 row house
built as four a four family home
Somewhere in time,
it was changed to a "duplex"
We had half the home
A couple from London weekended in the other half.
The front door
The entry hall
but it could be completely shut off
to keep out the damp cold
that one often thinks of when one thinks of England
The dining room
A cupboard full of dishes
(Unfortunately none blue and white)
A window overlooking the garden
And a small oak table and chairs
A stove in the fireplace nook.
This would have been the living quarters of one of the four houses.
The living room
It was the living quarters of of of the four houses
A much bigger fireplace had this house!
A tiny kitchen
with wood counters
No upper cabinets
And a window over the sink
Perfect for the basil that I bought and left
The "master" bedroom
All bedrooms had wardrobes and no closets.
A small matching dresser
A second bedroom
complete with beams
Across the lane
A 900 year old church
One evening we were regaled with a church bell concerto
Every afternoon we were home
We had tea in the garden
And looking out the bathroom window
we often saw "Rusty" in the cow pasture next to the church!
And when we had guests
(and we did!)
We waved goodbye from the bedroom window!
I'm joining The Tablescaper for Oh, The Place's I've Been. . . .
Blue Row was a dream come true. It was really fun to live in England in a village although it was a village of only 200 and most were weekenders. But you could walk to the farm store, there was a decent pub but it was too far to walk to, and we did attend church while we lived there. There was something special about walking across the lane and worshiping in a 900 year old stone church. I would go back in a heartbeat. (Taking some of my blue and white dishes with me, of course!) The only thing that would have made the stay perfect was to have Oliver, our corgi with us.