I am beginning to fall in love with the cottages here. There are some beautiful frontages to these old cottages. What a contrast to the modern take on a garden – paved over with loose shingle that spills out onto the roadside.

Here gardens remain things of beauty. This cottage caught my eye, the rose, rambling across the building. It is quintessentially English country garden, except the small amount of soil the shrub is growing in makes it even more amazing. Not only has the rose survived, it is positively blooming! The white stands out against the stone of the building – one complimenting the other.