I love country towns, they remind me of home. The old stone, the weathered wood, the ghosts of history, the established hedges, the great mature trees, the personalities and communities but my favourite of all is the smell of fields in the air when you step outside in the evening.
I dreamt of what it would be like to live here.
Of serving tea and cakes on mismatched fine English china here.
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And Baby Boudoir being in here.
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I really am a country girl at heart. I need to see green. Blue all the time isn't for me. And then I had a little cry when I discovered this.
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But I must tell you all about it properly next time. Until then.
3 comments:
aww hun, having a little cry is good ;-) Looking forward to your next post to hear what happens next ;-) Hug, Dee xxx
oh dear ... maybe I shouldn't have told you about it ... but then maybe they were tears of joy? I hope so, it truly is one of my favourite places in the world, as is Berrima :) ... I love that you're in my 'home' now :)
Aaaw - don't cry! Vintage blogworld is a happy, smiley place!
I've just found your blog, and I wanted to say hello! Hello! I love vintage gorgeous things, and I shall be back to read some more of your posts when I have my coffee break!
Gorgeous x
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