Going Higher

Picture This…

A Farmhouse, nestled off the road behind a swing gate and ensconced in trees and shrubs and ivy.
Smoke escaping lazily from the chimney.
Crisp cold air and dew on the ground in the morning.
Dogs giving you a rapturous welcome, everytime they see you.
Open arms and friendly hugs and kisses.
“Make yourself at home”.
“Now, this girl can come back anytime she wants!”
Roast lamb dinner with chocolate saucy pudding. All made in a woodburning stove (Aga)… really!
Chooks
A real live garden, with pumpkins and stuff.
A raspberry patch (but not in season).
A massive bed with weighty covers (and an electric blanket).
A power point for the Dell.
A kettle and a well stocked tin of “Irish Breakfast”.
…and Anzac biscuits.
Lots of Laughs over dinner.
Off roading in the back of the truck … “Wheeeeee! Hold on tight! Duck for overhanging trees!!!”
Nothing to do.
No one to do it for.

Perfection