Faded Dreams

We took our daily stroll into Stroud today, and wandered the Saturday market. Stroud is a grand place; it has a kind of 'mend and make do', crossed with a spiritual new agey attitude that feels very comfortable with itself. I was very taken with this frontage... what stories are bound up in the spirit of this place... the ancient rainbow, the correctly aligned sundial, the beaded face at the window, the clutter keepsakes in what once would have been servant's rooms... this house has a tale to tell.