Anyhew we took a walk along the shops and were told of a house in a conservation area that we might want to take a look at. We didn’t have an itinerary per ce, we were just going to go with the flow but well, why not?

So we start driving through towns whose lanes start getting smaller and narrower than the first. Then the style of the homes starts aging and we pass churches and buildings built during the Victorian area.

Our GPS guides us to this teeny country lane and tells us to turn left at what appears to be garages. I’m thinking that this cannot be right.

We turn into the drive and behold this; 

My jaw promptly dropped open, fell to the floor and rolled under the seat! This is the England that stereotypes are made of! Isn’t it beautiful? Apparently over a hundred years ago all of this was stables for a namby pamby aristocrat and around ten years ago were converted into cottages.

Sorry for the reflection. I should have thought far enough ahead to move the paper off of the dashboard. But I was so entranced with the fairy tale scene in front of me that it took all of my concentration to peel my eyes away long enough to get the camera out of it’s case.

Here’s a view from the other side:

We were looking at the farthest white stoned cottage. We took a look around and it was absolutely beautiful! Unfortunately (don’t you hate that word?) It just wasn’t suited for us. You’re surrounded by neighbours on three sides of you. There are no gardens, it’s a bit squished and it’s just not a place for a family. If we were business executives or retirees than it would have been spot on. I suppose the stereotypical English countryside will just have to wait.

Sunday came along and we attended the Eastwood Ward Chapel. Those people are awesome! I have never felt more welcome in a ward I was visiting.  

After church Al’s family and us took a bit of a walk near what they call a lake, a pond is more what I call it. We had a bit of a wander and I was able to get some awesome photos. The sun was actually out! According to the radio news this morning this has been the wettest August in the last 100 years. Ahh…Engurland. I didn’t know until I moved here that umbrellas count as fashion accessories. My fav is my purple satin one.  

We said our goodbyes and “raced” Al’s fabulous kids down the street. They won. The Peugeot is a shopping trolley compared to the Ferrari. Those two munchkins are so much fun! They make me broody.  

On the way home we were a bit confused with this;

As far as I know it was a factory and no one was hurt thank goodness….cuz it makes for sweet photos that I can post without feeling gulty! Thanks arsonist dude! 

Well there you have it. A weekend recap that probably bored you to tears right? Ok….I’m off to work.

Toodles – Ariane

You didn’t think I would leave you like that with touching on the title of the post did you? What do you take me for?

Oh.

Really?

…. Oh yeah I suppose you’re right….

Oh pants!

Well, regardless of what you think of me I have to share this. Now I know it’s not as awesome as the previous find but it made me giggle once again. I think my mind is a little too perverted for it's own good.

First thing I’ve learned whilst driving in England….never forget your camera! I suppose it should have been "drive on the left"....my priorities are a little skiwumpus.

Toodles Sweets!