Returning to Hampshire – September 2013

Coming home!
Coming home!

Arriving back in Abbotts Ann, nothing has changed. In fact, I realise that nothing has changed for centuries here; people may come and go, new buildings may be built, old buildings may be improved, but the ancient hedgerows,

Back to the great outdoors
Back to the great outdoors

water meadows, brook and all the rest of the village’s rich flora and fauna is pretty much as it was centuries ago. It is as far away from our lives in the desert as we could possibly get. The Tribe embrace the change and as the glorious Hampshire countryside basks in the golden glow and warmth of the last of the summer sunshine, they disappear on adventures with their old friends finding old places – the Dutch barn, a makeshift swing next to Pillhill

The magical walk down Church Path
The magical walk down Church Path

Brook, the majestic chestnut trees along the old coach road laden with bright green, spiky casings, a promising bounty of conkers to be had later in the year. We have stepped back in time and although they are two years older (a large part of their lives at this young age), they are relishing their return to an ‘Enid Blyton’ childhood. I am delighted to have our home full of children and friends again. It is as though we have never been away. Continue reading Returning to Hampshire – September 2013