Still in my bathrobe, roughly towelling my hair dry, I consider my options for the morning.
My new home.
My wedding gift.
I"m still agog at what my Master… My husband… has given me.
husbandSo, he had to leave me alone for a while. What of it? I have so much to do. And see. And explore.
And I want to see it all. The whirlwind tour my Master gave me the previous day isn"t enough. Not nearly enough.
all.nearlyInside or out?
From windows Mackintosh could have designed, I’m looking out over the rear view. Brick-built walls frame a glorious garden. A great rectangle of… What? It has to be a couple of acres… stretches ahead of me.
hasAngling to look straight down, a paved terrace is set with chairs and a table in what could be wrought ironwork. Beyond that, lawns, dotted with rose beds.
