Having driven down and down, deep into a wide valley you come to Brockhampton Manor House, a National Trust property in Herefordshire. To get to the house you walk through a spectacular ancient damson orchard and I managed to catch it in all it’s glory (about 2 weeks ago).
The house is small, but cute and quirky, brimming with history and quaintness.
The Gatehouse looks like it could have been built by a child, and might topple over any minute.
And then into the orchards with ewes and their lambs, and a bench to sit upon an soak up the atmosphere – oh if only one could bottle that!
I can’t seem to stop thinking about poetry at the moment – not very high brow, but I’ll share with you anyway what popped into my head whilst sitting on that bench wrapped up in a warm coat and doing a spot of crochet:
Happiness is a hot cuppa, time for writing and crochet in a peaceful place and a beautiful view.
Where have you been walking this week?