Looking out of the windows on one side you’d have a view of the sea and the sunset.

On the other side the view would be acres of meadows filled with wildflower’s and orchards of fruit.

As you drove up the drive you’d be greeted by the barking of excitable dogs, all shapes and sizes. Chickens would scatter as you approached and a couple of horses would bow their heads as you approached.

They’d be a large porch and a large swing chair its purpose for thinking on long hazy summer nights.

A big fat ginger cat would be sat waiting, observing with her cool green eyes. Ready to jump on a welcoming lap for a snuggle.

The house would have a feeling. I do believe that houses absorb vibes.

Walking in would be like walking into an embrace. You’d feel it immediately.

The kitchen, the heart of the home where an Aga kept it warm.

A table in the centre that if able could tell a thousand stories. Of Christmas dinners, heated discussions, weaning babies and drunken adults.

There would be a huge library with snug chairs where you could curl up and stay still and read undiscovered by the rest of the house.

The rooms would be perfectly adaptable, warm in winter and cool and airy in the summer.

This would be a house that you would not want to leave x