So we turned left after the bridge and that was that.
It turned into one of those drives where you want to stop the car every few feet to hop out and take another photo.
Woods, dark and deep. Trees , ancient, huge and waiting to drop a gazillion leaves.
Streams, stone bridges, long drives leading to storybook beautiful homes.
Horses, cows and sheep.
Lots of sheep.
Old Chatham Sheepherding Company
I am now in love with the village of Old Chatham and I want to live there.
It is part of where we live already, in a way .. Old, New, Center etc ..
We drove past the General store and figured we would look around a bit.
We saw sheep. Lots of sheep. then we went back for coffee.
It was nice. There is a big stove in the middle of the room that will make it toasty warm in cold weather, I look forward to going there then too. The people working there were kinda grumpy but maybe it was just such a pretty day and they didn't want to be inside working.
I will give them a second chance.
I need to check the real estate websites.
My dream house might be in Old Chatham.
Meanwhile, back here in this house, the hydrangeas are aging nicely and going from white to pink. Who knew ??
We walked up the hill to say hello to the sheep and Highland cows and the horse.
I wonder, does that horse get lonesome, with no one but sheep and cows to talk to ?
Hawks are flying over the fields. I imagine mice are hiding and a few rabbits.
Life in the country.