Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Nellie the elephant packed her trunk
This weekend I said Adieu to city living and decided to up sticks for a Symphony Pastoral where I am hoping to awaken some cheerful feelings a la Beethoven (not become the obssession of a dirty old vicar).
I have an aversion to any obvious branding, except for ancient Louis Vuitton, I like the leather to be the colour of a septuagenarian st tropizienne who has never given a stuff about UV protection rather than the sandy coloured new models who tremble under factor 50.
My new abode is an old stately home that has been converted into a number of dwellings, it seems to house some interesting characters and I like the ready made community combined with the remoteness of the location.