Village View

Almost a decade ago, on a sharp January morning, we came to the village looking for somewhere to live.

At the top of the hill we silently 'took-in' the panorama. Winding down the incline we rounded the last bend and the village was revealed; nestling there, not quite awake, exuding a contentment and an air of sanctuary. I recall saying to myself "Oh yes! Please let the house be OK".

Recently on TV we have been shown and invited to vote for Britain's Favourite View. We watched 'celebrities' climb mountains, slosh through bogs, run over fields and cross city bridges in their efforts to persuade the viewers that their particular choice should be everyone's favourite view.

We are still living in the house that turned-out to be OK on that January morning. We have been enveloped by the village and the warmth of its people. Not once have we rounded that last bend without my thinking "Yes! We're home".

That's my favourite view.