The cottage of dreams
Through the front door:
and the route home (along the towpath, over a bridge, up the lane,over a train track, through a field of cows and up another lane)
So, I saw the cottage. I have endless ideas, thoughts and dreams, but I just can't see how I can live them out. Thankfully there are many dreams in this world, and many moments to live out. I just love the look of this place, and I will always love a ruin. I always have. Indeed, there was a beautiful cottage not far from Bicester that I fell in love with. The oven was a stone fire, and the bathroom was a bath in the garden that filled with rain water. Like this cottage it was boarded up. I enquired about a mortgage, and all was going well but then I learnt that the owners were going to embark upon a dutch auction. I pulled out. There would probably have been more frogs there than I would have been happy with.
I love this place, I don't know why, I just do. Whoever ends up with it will have a faulous time making it habitable and exploring its potential. What will be a complete loss, is if a developer buys it, or someone wanting to make some money. This place needs to be cherished, looked after and fulfilled. Sadly that requires a healthy income, and academics like me can only dream!
Dont get me wrong, I am VERY thankful for what I do have!