First night in England brought new sounds; fox, storybook owl, moorhen, and so many more. A grey squirrel, much smaller than imagined, with it’s oversized silver tailbrush bouncing along behind. Under the canopy, mounds of tree waste cover the tunnels of a badger set. Early morning mist revealed deer playing on the pond landing.
My cousin’s home, built in 1856 for the laundry maids of the local priory to live and work… walled gardens, sunken glasshouse, views from every window, thriving produce… perhaps best to let photos do the talking.
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