There’ll always be an England

While there’s a country lane,

Wherever there’s a cottage small

Beside a field of grain –

“There’ll always be an England” (1939 song)

It’s been a quiet day here in my corner of Wiltshire, and now it is evening and I’m trying to come up with a topic for this week’s blog. I’m also baking cookies, so I can only write for ten-minute intervals before I have to hop up and trot into the kitchen to peer into the oven. When I trot back to the desk to stare some more at the blank computer screen it is often with a warm, soft cookie in my hand and crumbs around my mouth. It occurs to me, on one of these trips to check on the cookies, as I stand surveying my kitchen, that perhaps my readers would be interested to know something more about my house – my first British home. So come with me while I take you on a little tour. Continue reading →