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Ivy Cottage

Ivy Cottage in Snow

This is my father’s house. I think it is a ridiculous name. It isn’t a cottage and the Ivy is pretty naff.

I always have had ambivalent feelings for the place. It is a beautiful location and it was a privilege to have been raised there but it was an austere life. Read “The Beautiful Years” by Henry Williamson.

Thank goodness there wasn’t an Owl hooting maniacally from a tree.

I am not bitter just sad.

On a far more appropriate note, if you look carefully you can see Raffalo my sister’s horse a sort of Where’s Wally game for you. Saves watching paint dry or grass growing.


Ivy Cottage
Ivy Cottage
Soft Textured Fine Art Paper 310gsm

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