Childhood home

On a brief trip back to the Cotswolds where I grew up. This was my house until I ran away to the lakes and then my mum sold it a few years later. My bedroom was the top window.
Such a beautiful house in the chocolate box village of Over Norton. It’s Funny how when you’re older everything seems much smaller. Like the village green I ran around when my legs were much smaller. It felt vast but now felt like a postage stamp. Memories eh?