Oh! I just woke from the most beautiful dream. It was straight from a Mary Stewart novel!
Except without the scary suspense part.
And if Mary Stewart heroines had been in their mid-fifties, overweight and gray-haired (with, maybe, a sassy purple streak).
I had just arrived at the manor that was to be my new home. I was driving a lemon-sherbet coloured 1930s coupe, like this one, but pale yellow.
Someone (probably the housekeeper, since of course it was the kind of place that had staff) was showing me around.
The house was straight from a story book, right down to the jade green Aga stove.
At one point, a child ran through, and the housekeeper told him to go play outside, “by the leek field.” She waved toward a window, and I glanced out to see a lush green landscape.
As she was showing me through the kitchens, she waxed eloquent about a brunch they’d given recently. Among the other dishes she listed were black and white puddings.
I woke thinking “Aga stove? Lush green landscape? Leek fields? Black and white pudding? Oh, my goodness, it’s in Ireland!”
Mars always says that when you dream about houses, they represent your life. If that is to be my new life, I am so ready!!