Escape to the Country.
The irony of watching people who have way more money than the average
to spend on a move to their dream house in the country,
when the cost and availability of housing in the U.K.
is causing a sharp increase in homelessness isn't lost on us.
Still I have to admit for sheer escapism on a dreary winter's day,
it's hard to beat seeing inside beautiful homes
set in some of the loveliest countryside there is.
Despite seeming mostly overcome with enthusiasm about each house
of the three houses per show they are shown around,
few of the couples actually find anything they want to follow through on.
The inadequacy of the kitchen seems to loom large as a reason to be disappointed.
It can be as large as a small ballroom,
as cosy as a mitten,
as well appointed as one could wish,
but if there is going to be a sticking point this is often where it will be.
I have just cleared our own kitchen of all the bits and pieces
accumulated over the holidays,
so it's no real Herculean task to have a tidy up;
You can see how small it is, by these views from the doorway in the hall.
The caption used to say
Looking back towards the hallway there is just our fridge/freezer on the one side,
On the other side of the kitchen door is the tea and toast corner.
I can turn around and reach the milk out of the fridge on the other side of the room
without moving my feet.
I thought you may enjoy my fridge magnets as much as I do.
a niece who knows me only too well!
brought back for us from one of our favourite holiday spots
by one of our granddaughters.
This is a card and an older ferry ticket, and sent by our other granddaughter.
All in all the kitchen is just about 9' x 6 '/ just under 3 metres x 2 metres.,
and I admit to sighing longingly when I see spacious kitchens on the T.V.
My preference would be a large and comfy farmhouse kitchen .
The sort with wide chairs clustered around a large table.
The hub of the home, where folks could gather with tea cups and cake tin.
A warm comfortable place, giving the chance to be heard, and to listen,
like some of the kitchens of my childhood.
The only space to sit in our kitchen is this stool in front of the fridge/freezer.
My guests have to sit just there if we want to continue to talk while I make tea or cook.
When I need something from the fridge they have to stand up
and move aside for me to get it.
But as I look at it now, I remember just a few of the confidences
shared back and forth in this little corner.
I think of some of the laughs too.
The poor friend who ended up with potato peelings over her feet
because I was laughing so much as I prepared our meal.
I remember Christmas cakes my granddaughters used to make,
(one each of course),
that each year had a different agreed theme, but two different interpretations,
then scraping the coloured icing sugar off the working tops afterwards.
I remember the times I regularly cooked Sunday dinner for eight or ten
gathered at our table,
and never imagined it would ever be different.
At this moment there is a gelatine plate sitting on a working top
waiting for my first attempt at gelatin printing.
(No, it isn't a new delicacy)
That's our variation on a cuppa for the odd evening you can see sitting behind.
Mine is the Italian red.
I'd still like that dream kitchen,
of course I would,
but next time I'm "Oohing" and "Awing" over those dream kitchens
in the fabulous homes on the T.V.
I'll be a little more mindful of how much
our own little kitchen has blessed us,
and be thankful instead of envious or dis-satisfied.