finally rose } day one
i said i was going to keep my cool upon arrival, but i couldn’t help giving a little cheer when mark the taxi driver said we were here
finally the roses are united: rose & the roses at rose cottage
Three days ago I arrived in the UK, with a promise to take back England and return to myself. Yes, I know this all sounds very much like a second coming-of-age or worse yet, a midlife crisis, but those who know me know how difficult things have been in the past few months. And they know that I deserve a break. I know there are more people who have it worse off than I do, but it’s all relative and doesn’t make me less of an emotional shipwreck.
I’m going to skip London and jump straight to a little place called The Grove Cottages, owned by Mark and Zuzi Scott in Edwardstone, Suffolk. Of course, if you’ve read one or two of my posts over the last month, you may have noticed the mention of a Rose Cottage, the one I’m calling home for two days. So come with me, let me show you around my little cottage in the English countryside.
that’s my bedroom window right there. it’s all so impossibly quaint
this is one of the other cottages. and there on the left is the walk-through, which leads to a communal garden and out into the fields
this picnic table set is basically wooden slabs placed on tree stumps. i actually managed to sit on the bench and write in my diary without incident
the door to my rose cottage. i know i sound like a total chick from the desert but…well…
aw. there’s my kitchen window looking out onto the herb garden. guests are welcome to pick whichever herbs they like to use in the kitchen. it almost makes me wish i liked to cook
i’ve been trying to get my hands on some lavender sprigs but the bees in this garden are as large as tiny buffalos
a path into the ‘parking’ area. there’s a note on this tree that warns pet owners to keep their dogs leashed as there have been badgers around. i like that it specifically states that zuzi sees one crossing the field every night at 8:30. how british of the badger!
inside i was greeted by the basket of complimentary eggs, cherry tomatoes, milk, butter and a cut of pork from the local butcher’s
also in the basket was this huge loaf of granary bread. it has been sustaining me throughout my stay
the living area. i actually fell asleep on this couch earlier today. i was so exhausted from literally running around (being late and getting lost) for the past two days
this is where i’d like rose to be, on this wall. gorgeous fresh flowers from the garden and votive candles would make her great company
the bedroom and a set of towels for two. *sigh* this cottage has made me miss my loved ones. i hope to one day come back with them. but we’d need a bigger cottage
sitting on the bed
there are four windows in this room if you include the skylight and…
this little spy hole behind the door
i share my room with john wayne
funky radio on the nightstand
everything here serves a purpose, with an unpretentious flair. there are two doors inside the cottage. the bathroom door has a latch on the inside AND the outside to keep it shut. i don’t know why i find this so charming!
after a tour of the cottage grounds by zuzi, i left for my walk, which i got hopelessly lost during. the next few photos are by a chipper me, excited and confident that she understood zuzi’s directions
beautiful yet ominous clouds. i did the stupid-although very typical-thing and left the map that mark and zuzi provide their guests with at home. also, my phone had a less than 50% charge
sheltered bench, bulletin board and mailbox
peekaboo house with a lovely thatched roof
i ended up at the white horse inn, but i was too early for dinner so i left, intending to head back to the cottage. after this was when i got hopelessly lost and returned for directions ( i only found my way back here because it seems all roads in edwardstone lead to this pub. plus i could hear the kids who were there earlier from a kilometer away)
are you lost too?
i finally made it back to the cottage after racing against the sun. the directions the guy at the pub gave me were so helpful and simple: left, right, left
this reminds me of a 15th century still life. why not?
day one journal entry. i will scan these properly once i’m back home
And thus ended day one in Suffolk. Tomorrow I have two journeys ahead of me. I get back to London in the morning and leave to Kuwait at night. I’m going to be bushed once in Kuwait. But at least I hope to be reunited with my three little bears. And I think that’s when my next update will be.