I don't yet live in the Country, but if I did, this would be the place I'd love the live; the new object of my desire.
Pre-the kids, me and Big Fella had a stint in rural Cheshire. Our barn conversion was a beautiful restored farm house with two open fires. This isn't Cheshire though, this is Zennor.
Zennor is the stunning village situated between St Ives and St Just in Cornwall. The beauty of Zennor, and why I've fallen so in love with it, is it's breathtaking scenery, and if being surrounded by the rugged sea and the dulcit tones of their famous Mermaid, isn't enough, it's also right in the middle of the countryside.
Whilst recently surfing the net, I came across this most beautiful farm (featured pics). It's called Gear Farm and it's in Zennor. It's comprised of 3 self contained cottages and a B&B with one room - it even has an Aga!!
But Gear Farm and Zennor aren't the only objects I'm carrying around with me at the moment. There's also this totally amazing place I came across recently. Feather Down Farms.
Since re-homing our hens I've gone all countryside again, and since there's quite a few of these "farms" scattered around the UK, I'm hoping Big Fella and the boys will humour me for a weekend so I can collect fresh eggs from the hens the day they're laid (just like I used to...), and if that wasn't enough to convince me, at Feather Down apparently I can sit beneath the stars, read the kids a story and enjoy a glass of white wine (hum, what about Little Fella needing the loo every half hour and JB refusing to sleep in favour of shouting "mummy" in every way he can?) - hey! that's not in my fantasy, go away!
But there's the wood burning stove, the fields, the open air, the farm shop, the Henhouse and the cosy canopy for the kids to sleep under, something I know Little Fella would appreciate since discovering the "den" (made of his pillows, cushions and duvets piled around the radiator in his room - yes, we've all done it.)
Freedom for the boys and hopefully for me and Big Fella, like I said, we don't live in the country anymore, and so hearing the birds sing is a lovely little luxury for us - and I miss it.
Anyway, to go with my little country life, my cottage, my open fileds and log fire, I think there's a few other essential bits I need; some other treasures I've found along the way.
A Teresa Green Apron and deck chair...
Something snug form our Cath...
Something to stop me causing myself yet more injuries in the oven, and they'd be real flames you know...
And something sentimental to make a cuppa in from Emma...
Well, that's a little of what's going on in my head at the moment...a little twee maybe, but a lovely way to escape the washing, ironing, teething baby on a Tuesday afternoon.