I love the village we live in.
It is not only beautiful but the back entrance to one of the National Trust's largest parks is just off the bottom street so within minutes I can lose myself in woods, parkland or by the lake, watching herds of deer or wandering round the beautiful stately home, farm and shops.
The higgildy nature of the many little links between top and bottom street, the cobbles, uneven worn steps, gateways, cafes, shops and pretty flower covered houses.
The fact my family live in the same place and give both Toby and me a sense of place and of home.
The wool shop and their knitting club where tea & cake is a regular feature.
The village fayres and festivals and car boot sales and parades and the may day traveling funfair that I fondly remember visiting even as a small child (except for the year I got lost when I was 4).
The village fishmonger, butcher, hardware store and family run art shop.
The little one screen cinema and the rooms behind where I am learning to salsa and jive and beginning to have a life of my own again.
I had intended to talk my camera into the village to take a few pictures...and came home with 362, so I will be following this post up with part 2 next week :)