A little slow with the updates, this week, I know–(sometimes there are not enough hours in a day). When I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, I think about donning my wellies à la Kate Moss at Glastonbury, or Marina Hanbury (although I probably wouldn’t wear them with a see-through evening gown) and head to the English countryside, the perfect place for repose . . . green rolling hills, moors, dales, old stone cottages, skittish rabbits, rambling rose bushes, feisty roosters, random sheep wandering about the narrow, winding roads and rustic footpaths.
If you ever feel the need to (really) escape the city, find your way to the English countryside, and you’ll return with a new perspective. The little village where we stayed has remained unchanged for years, farmers still building and maintaining stone pasture walls by hand, years of history in each perfectly placed rounded rock, on top of moss-covered remants and beneath newly built wooden step ladders. Here, time nearly stands still and the pace of life is relaxed, the pride of the town lying in their recent win in a countrywide botanical competition. Here you’ll get to know the utterly charming locals and taste local cuisne, such as Lemon Baked Sole au Gratin, and here you’ll lose yourself in the greenest hills and country air . . .
from the book Vogue Living: Houses, Gardens, People{Marina Hanbury collecting eggs}
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@thisisglamorous{one of my favourite photographs, farmer and cow ambling down a cottage road}
@thisisglamorous{late summer lamb}
{old stone cottage with enormous pink hydrangeas}
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@thisisglamorous{English roses}
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