Here you are - if you ever doubted we might be moving somewhere less scenic than our last house, here is proof that not only is it beautiful here, it is even lovelier, especially in the snow which makes everything magical - just like walking through the wardrobe into Narnia.
We walked away from the direction of the town (though there are some footpaths down that way we can't wait to explore) We are spoilt for choice around here. Apologies for the power lines but it's hard to escape them.
Above, the lane led to this corner, where the view opened out:
Isn't it lovely? The trees were holding onto an ochre colour and others more silvery. The stream on the way into town translates to "Silver Stream" - isn't that poetical?
We were drawn into this woodland - there is a footpath along here and we can do a circular walk when spring is here. The sun hadn't got to the trees here so the snow was still on the branches and twigs and it was breathtaking.
We dragged ourselves away and strolled back home, where it was equally magical in the garden:
We have landed on our feet here - we offered on this house from desperation, frightened of losing our buyer, and it wasn't love at first sight, it was a sensible option which ticked lots of boxes. YET - the minute we got here, we felt at home and the views out of every window make me hug myself with pleasure! The biggest bonus is being very much in the country but still very close to a small quiet town with a good selection of shops (and brilliantly placed for Antiques Fairs on the showground when such events can safely take place again).