A Gray Day

It is a gray and cloudy day today, chilly too. On days like this it is lovely to curl up in a nice warm house, wearing the sweater Mr Right gave me for Christmas, and look through the family photo albums (and probably do a bit of painting too, naturally!). The cool dampness makes me think of England, where my extended family lives. I have been thinking of them a lot lately, so that is the album I chose.






This is my aunt and uncle's house, with my little angel out front. (okay, the picture was taken a long time ago!). The house is about 600 years old, I believe, although the site has been occupied since Roman times. This cottage has to be one of the most tranquil places I have ever been, and I will always remember it as one of my favorite spots.





This is where Mr Right proposed, all those years ago. It is called Willy Lot's Cottage, and features in one of John Constable's paintings. It is a famous spot, and last time I was there they had turned it into an art center. There is a river that runs in front of it, and Mr R and I were in a little rowboat when he went down on one knee (since life isn't like the movies, the boat didn't tip over). We hadn't seen each other for the whole year before that, because he had been teaching in Africa, and we got married six weeks later. I think my parents were quite worried, as I was only twenty and still in college, but we are still in love 24 years later so I think it was the right thing to do!