Back in Exmoor after a weekend in the 'shires. Berkshire first, then Shropshire.
The place is quiet without Husband. Who boarded a train at Taunton, London-bound for the week. Where he ran into my sister in the quiet carriage, also returning to London.
Although I do of course love the new job (this whole weeks apart malarky would be pretty effing pointless if I didn't) the first days off I've had since I started made me want to bunk off and focus instead on country living.
I want our house to look like the cottage equivalent of these tents from Feather Down Farms. Or, more specifically, the one done up by Christina Strutt of Cabbages and Roses.
I have her book on green housekeeping, which I love. Now I want my whole house done out like her shop.
Failing that, for the material alone is a little pricey, I might book a weekend at one of the farms near us for our wedding anniversary. A little like the yurt we stayed in on our honeymoon, but a little different too. I could give the booking to Husband as a present. As long as it was printed out on paper.
Photo by Edina Van Der Wyck via here from Feather Down Farms.