Our days were slow at The Find. The remote location meant wi-fi was spotty and James found it almost impossible to work online. Instead he took the kids exploring into the woods, walks around the pond, assembling the fire and joined me in the kitchen.
With no online distractions, the entire family enjoyed downtime. I was still sick, recovering from a cold I picked up in London. I was able to sleep-in, reading my kindle all while wrapped up in a fluffy doona while the fog rolled over the hills. The house was so large that you could spend hours alone and not hear anyone else nearby. Marlee spent time painting and doing crafts with the kids inside and when the weather was favourable, they spent all their time outside exploring.
One morning, James and I ventured into a little town named Cirencester. It was littered with pubs, quaint homeware stores, cheese shops, wine shops, and a few grocery stores too. After much deliberating, we settled into a pub with a fireplace, large booths with rickety barnyard tables. We worked all day, side by side, enjoying the fire crackling, the friendly locals and a quiet lunch.
We caught up on movies, and washing clothes and finishing books that were well overdue. Our last day approached and I wanted to make the family a special farewell meal. We splurged on the most gorgeous lamb roast with veggies, salad, caramel ice cream and champagne. The kids ate their lamb “lollipop” cutlets and told me they didn’t want to leave the country house.
The next morning, we packed our people mover and said our farewells to the caretaker and her 2 x dalmatian dogs. Next stop, Stonehenge!