Years ago, my Nan gave me a painting in oil pastels done by my Pop in a village called Castle Combe in the south Cotswalds (right). I told her I hoped to visit there someday... and we did- the very day after we arrived in the United Kingdom! We wandered the picturesque streets until we found the very spot ( we identified it by the rooftops!) and took this photograph! It was a beautiful sunny day. We strolled leisurely on the green by the manor house, and down by the tinkling stream where bees hummed in the meadowsweet. When the church bell (possibly the oldest faceless clock in England!) chimed four I felt as if I was transported back in time. Its the closest I've ever come to feeling like I was in a Jane Austen novel... what a beautiful place... what a lovely day!
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Hello Liadhan. I do hope you get this sometime. I see your entries a bit sposmadic. It's been a long time. I have thought of you often and wondered where life had taken you. Look likes you ae plenty busy being a mum. Have you continued with your writing at all. All the best. Karen Smith (of the Smiths from Crafers c 1990's)
footnote: my typing skills aren't the best in the early hours of a Sunday morning!
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