Not quite sure if the pictures below fit in with anyone’s definition of fun. They make me quite sad, as I look at the remnants of past glory and how once stately, cosy interiors have been left to rot. Like animals in a shelter, I’d love to give them all a second chance if I could. What made people abandon them in such a hurry that they left all the furnishings behind?
Also, I think just one room could fit in all of my family and belongings.
One of the downsides of winter above the 45th latitude North is that it gets dark so quickly! Plus all the fog and cloud which render the sun invisible for days on end. So here are some houses designed to let in as much light as possible.
I am tempted to go and stay in this last one… See you in Oslo!
So indulge me… Allow me to curl up in a well-travelled vintage room, with lots of books, armchairs, plaid blankets and plenty of cushions. An open fire and a mulled wine would be optional, but deliciously thoughtful.
A cosy bedroom would not come amiss, even if it were designed with teenagers in mind…
But, for the ultimate retreat, while there is still snow in the mountains, I would like to hide up in this Swiss eco-pod hut in Flims and do nothing but read and write.
Where has all my text gone to? I posted this yesterday with a little blurb about how I cannot resist a good bookshelf, wherever it might be in the house. And how my husband keeps sighing and pointing out the progress of technology in the form of e-readers. But this morning the text disappeared! Ah well, what use are words when the images speak for themselves?
In the in-between spaces:
But where do we get most of the reading done? In the bedroom!