Southern English village idyll.
Southern England where even the tower-blocks are thatched...
Well no, not really, but in a parallel universe, far, far away which I rule with an iron fist like Ming the Merciless they hopefully are...or else!
A cottage and row in the little village of Ashbury.
In the Vale of the White Horse, the village lays at the foot of White Horse Hill, but slightly above the low lying and once very soggy vale.
The building reflects the area. No decent building stone nearby, it is built of the soft, porous chalk from the nearby White Horse Hill, later windows strengthened by brick surrounds and a good roof of steeply pitched straw and reed thatch from the wet Vale of the White Horse.
Southern English village idyll.
Southern England where even the tower-blocks are thatched...
Well no, not really, but in a parallel universe, far, far away which I rule with an iron fist like Ming the Merciless they hopefully are...or else!
A cottage and row in the little village of Ashbury.
In the Vale of the White Horse, the village lays at the foot of White Horse Hill, but slightly above the low lying and once very soggy vale.
The building reflects the area. No decent building stone nearby, it is built of the soft, porous chalk from the nearby White Horse Hill, later windows strengthened by brick surrounds and a good roof of steeply pitched straw and reed thatch from the wet Vale of the White Horse.