Nestled in the hills near a National Park we arrive at our friends' house.
The views from the house are long and deep. The trees of beech, conifer and chestnut paint the landscape with shades of uninterrupted green. The vines drape the terraces and the geraniums, so reminiscent of my mother’s garden, colour the stairs up to the house. The house in itself has centuries of rich history and the friends compliment it with their own rich pickings of a life lived adventurously. The rooms are large with wooden beams, and interesting leaded lights from all over the world. Bright in every way. Beautiful in its simplicity and form. Commanding in its position on the hillside. This is home for the next few days.
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