I always imagine how it was before the road was widened form the size of much narrower than it has ended up. It's a lovely cottage with a beautiful red door.
Sigh... There it sits, with its thatch-hat, reflecting the seasons; sun and lovely shadows here, but adrift in a busy townscape. No chance of a bit of a garden to the front, or a place to raise a hand to shelter the eye against the low sun. Still, there it is, and looking grand. BV
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