I can't believe that this is the last day of March and these will be my last March photos. As far as I'm concerned I've saved the best photograph till last. Can you guess what it might be...?!
Yes, it's Gold Hill in Shaftesbury, my childhood home, and my most favourite view in the whole, wide world. My lovely mother and I had a morning there last Saturday. She told me that my pre-school was in the building on the left, something I never knew, and again I wondered if my love of cottages and the English countryside is because of my childhood surroundings which have seeped into my subconscious.
I stood at the top of the cobbled hill, oohing and arhing as if it was the first time I had ever gazed at the wonderful view. The market town of Shaftesbury is small and fairly ordinary but walk behind the Town Hall and this is the view you see; it just takes my breath away every time my eyes alight on it. I recently watched a programme on TV about Britain's favourite view and was dismayed to realise that this wasn't included. "Don't you think this is the best view you've ever seen?" I asked my mother breathlessly as she caught up with me. "Well, it's nice but I'm not sure if I would say it's the best I've ever seen," she replied. I just shook my head and sighed even louder.
We then went to Sophie Perks Ward and I sighed some more at all the lovely Green Gate lovelies.
I'm doing plenty of sighing today too as I'm fighting a horrid virus which has left me feeling achy and weak; I had to come home early from school. We have a birthday tomorrow - Alice will be 13 (much to her excitement) which means all my children are teenagers...teenagers..now that is something worth sighing about!