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Well, I'd be as happy as a dog if I lived here too....this is where
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I went to visit friends in the
depths of Hampshire who live in an idyllic cottage just in the throes of being re-thatched, and the process is watched with interest by the wildlife in the river at the bottom of the garden.
The garden is a riot of colour, and pots are over-flowing.
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I love the thickness of the thatch, and my friend and I can sip our drinks in the garden and watch the well-honed legs of the thatchers as they shoot up the ladders with their sheaves of straw and their lengths of wire and their expertise.
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A very happy visit, and a million light years away from my normal surroundings.
well-honed legs? Oh, mum!
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