A Street Near Us

This little cul de sac near us in the Dower House seems like a relic from a bye gone age. One can almost imagine children outside playing on the cobbles with wooden hoops while buxom women chat at their doorways.

For some reason neither His Lordship nor I have really noticed this cobbled road properly before, although we walk past it every Sunday. I think we are too busy looking through the adjacent windows into the computer crowded space of Skyscanner and anticipating the thick hot buttered toast and marmalade which awaits us at journey's end.
There is only a path separating what looks like worlds from two different eras.