Blackdown Hall

We went house hunting again today.

The first home was a bust. Honestly, and I hope I don’t come across as too snobby or anything, but it was just so…boring.  I love a house with character, and it had none.   

The second home? Well, let’s just say that you
wouldn’t find the word “ordinary" next to it’s picture in the thesaurus.

Here she is:

Oh trust me, I KNOW.

I snapped a couple quick pics of the estate (yes,
estate) before going inside:

At this point I felt a little too much like a tourist and less like a
client, so I didn’t take any photos of the inside, but imagine this-
marble floors, an iron spiralling staircase, state of the art kitchen
with granite counter tops. Oh yes. It is beyond words be-u-t-ful.  Oh, and did I mention that it has a name?  It’s called Blackdown Hall.  I’m fairly confident that this is what you’d find at the end of the rainbow, I don’t care what those leprechauns say. 

So why, you ask, did we not pull out our checkbooks and demand to
become the next tenets? Because of those darned pesky details.

First, it’s way out of our budget. Whatev.

Second, it’s way out of the way. No grocery store, no little town, nothing.

Third, I would have to walk 25 min just to get to a bus to take me into town.

Basically, if I had a car then it would be perfect. But I don’t. And
though right now I don’t think I’d mind being trapped in a place like
that my ever wise and practical husband assures me that beauty is
fleeting and that walking in rainy cold weather for so long everyday
WILL make me grumpy.

So we’re passing it up. But, come on, just look at her one more time.

As the Brits would say,

Luv-ley. Just luv-ley.