Monday 28th July: it’s an impossibly quaint house, with matching gatehouse, in the depths of the Herefordshire countryside just to the east of Bromyard. One of those places where none of the floors are quite level, none of the verticals fit to be so described.
There are walks in the woods nearby (after the obligatory ice creams – it was a warm afternoon) – down to the brook where Harold the wooden horse drinks, then a gentle ascent to the Lawn Pool. Muddy water almost, but not quite, hides the huge carp cruising just below the surface.
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