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| Charlbury, Oxfordshire |
One year ago almost to the day we moved to a little village in the Cotswolds called Charlbury. It looked charming but we were still shell-shocked from the overseas move and I had renter's remorse for the little stone house surrounded by neighbors I didn't know. Soon that changed. Our stuff was delayed by the military (for over a month) and in no time at all the neighbors were over with everything from a borrowed hammer to a stand in dog bed. They brought us broad beans, beets and apples from their gardens. They smiled and waved when we came out.
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| Graham, Morag and Anne |
When the kids went back to school and boredom started to settle in, Anne was quick to show up at my door inviting me over for a "cuppa". We started walking together and she invited me to volunteer with her at Riding for the Disabled. We chatted regularly about everything from kids to politics to dog training. Graham was a constant source of information for any questions a newcomer like me would have: best footpaths, where to go on a long weekend, how to use the hob and unlock the British doors, how to best refinish my dining room table... the list goes on and he always had a solution.
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| Andrew, Marion and Josie |
Marion and Andrew hosted several tea parties as well and graciously took Scruffy for "playdates" when he neurotically howled every time we would leave. They had a rocking New Year's eve party that had us up way past midnight. They both have smiles that light up a room and personalities to match.
The clan on Little Lee's were my first friends here in this village and I will miss them when we move again this coming week. Charlbury and these fabulous neighbors will always have a place in my heart!
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| 14 Little Lee's: the little stone house that I wasn't so sure about but grew to appreciate |
