A virtual visit to England.
It wasn’t a dawn chorus, it was a cacophony. And it went on, and on, and on.
The lambs joined in.
Then the donkey.
Then we heard the clippety-clop.
Clutching my camera, I leaned through the tiny window, in the thick stone wall, of the old farmhouse that’s now an inn. An unusual inn…
‘Good morning,’ I called.
‘Good morning to you,’ replied the passing stranger, ‘how are you?’
‘Fine,’ I replied, ‘how are you?’
’I’m very fine,’ he responded with the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever seen, ‘I’m on holiday.’
A flat cap on his head, greying moustache on his upper lip. A spring in his step and a twinkle in his eyes, the gypsy was walking beside a horse pulling an old-fashioned, brightly-decorated gypsy caravan. Looking barely big enough for a man his size.
But I doubt he lives in it year round. For this is a…
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