No. 18

I often pass this house and didn't know until the other day who lived there. The owner of the house happened to open her door as I was passing by and to my surprise I knew her from years ago. I knew her husband had died but I didn't know she had moved house. Mrs. C told me she had bought the lovely hand-painted tile back from France and it always serves to remind her each day of a lovely sunny holiday.

Lovely bright day here today but didn't get up early enough to catch the bit of frost first thing.