Hampshire

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, once rented this house and apparently Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

came to stay here. The stained glass windows look a bit Burne Jones-ish.

But, gosh, it rained and rained and the wisteria drooped

and the lawn became a sponge

and the rabbit did his best to blend in with the gravel.

 

The roses looked a bit battered

but none of the above deterred the English women walking dogs

 -- wearing jackets and boots (June 13th ha!)

Inside the house was serene.