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I said I was going to make a post about where we live, and here it is. Bit random, and only phonepictures which don't really do it justice, but here is an assortment of photos of the hausonnafarm, its inhabitants, and parts of the farm and land themselves.



Here's the view from the window at the top of the stairs, over the back of the house, next door's garden, the ruined bits which used to be the dairy and other unknown rooms, and the main house. Though you can't see it, there's a gorgeous walled garden (it felt like a magical place, and I am not even joking or exaggerating. Even James felt it, and we also felt very strongly that we shouldn't be in there) which we went into the other day but must not go into again, as it is apparently off-limits to everyone but Caroline, our landlord's mum, who lives in the main house with John - our landlord - and his sister. John told us his family bought Gowran Grange in 1730. Our cottage was built in the 1850s.



There are four rooms downstairs but only two of them are really useable at the moment - the kitchen and sitting room - because of mould/damp problems which are in the process of being sorted out. I love it, though, there's the fireplace and the light is great most of the time, and it just feels right. We knew this house wasn't quite big enough but we didn't mind, we just really wanted to live here.



Mr Beckett.



This is the view from a few yards outside our front door. Sometimes the horses are in this field, usually they're somewhere else.



This is Tiny Miniature Horse, whose name is apparently Mrs Tiggywinkle, or Tiggy.



Sunset on the way back from feeding the horses at the weekend.



There are streams - or maybe it's just one stream in many manifestations - all through John's land.



Lula finds it terribly hard work keeping up with all the rabbits round here, so she needs her rest.



I'm not entirely sure why James looks so pleased with himself here, but then why the hell shouldn't he, eh?



Melissa came to visit in January. I am reliably informed that this is the only photo from that trip which is fit to be seen On Tinterwebs.



The light here is very often absolutely gorgeous, and this is the view from our bedroom window. Complete with Lulaface.



Whereas this is the view I usually have first thing every morning. :)



Jack and Sally were very keen on James. Well, mostly on the apples he carried, but still.



James is an epic doofus and likes to join the cats sometimes. Bessie seemed happy enough for him to do cat yoga.



Zomg we live on a farm you guise! Unfortunately, the cows have gone away so no photos of them for you.



Jack is alarmingly friendly. I had never actually been in the presence of horses apart from once when I was on my way home from work and there were mounted police outside Liverpool Street station, so I'm still a little nervous of them, but I'll get used to them. I like feeding them chopped apples and feeling their scratchy faces on my palm.



Here's the house from the front. Doesn't look much but then it doesn't need to.



Here's the house from the side, where the bigger bit of garden is. Those are our bedroom window and the sitting room window.



We got a cowprint catpalace to match our cowprint cat!



Bessie is beautiful and goes so well with my furniture.



James is also beautiful, and often matches the furniture pretty well :P



Ruffy and James are best friends.



Ruffy is basically never more than a few feet away from James, even if this involves staring disapprovingly through the banisters while we sit at the computer desk. (also, look Chloe, your painting is up in the background)



When James isn't around, sometimes Ruffy will make do with my company instead.



We live here. People drive for miles to get to places like this and go for walks, and we live here.



I wish I had a proper camera - this really doesn't show how beautiful the light is at all.



There's absolutely masses of wild garlic here. We picked some of the leaves on our way back from the horses the other night and wrapped sausages in them for dinner.



Seriously. That massive patch there is a fraction of the wild garlic growing round here.



More of what we see when we go for a walk.



This is the path down to where the pigs usually live. They were not disposed to make themselves visible that day. Apparently there are loads of new piglets, and John's going to tell us when they're old enough for us to go and see them. OMGPIGLETS.





So there you go! We live in a really gorgeous place. If I could transplant it to England, its perfection would be complete. Instead, you're all just going to have to come and visit.
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