During our two weeks here in the UK, we are staying at a friend’s place; it’s a perfect opportunity for us to spend at bit more time in the Hobbit’s UK hometown in Buckinghamshire (which is not the place on the picture on the left by the way).
Normally, I am the one leaving the house around 0730 while the Hobbit is still sleeping away, yet here, I am off but the Hobbit still has to work. He actually has to go into the office, whereas in NL, he works from home.
So these two weeks the tables are turned. Suddenly, I find myself emptying the dishwasher, doing laundry, going for morning runs, getting my nails done after a cappuccino in the middle of the day, and sometimes even taking a cheeky nap. In short, I am being a perfect Housewife of Buckinghamshire (well, for two weeks that is).
Today, I took a boat trip on the Thames from Marlow to Henley. I like looking at houses I can’t afford, so this boat ride would be absolutely perfect to do this, as it’s Mansion-on-the-River Galore out here, one even more perfect (and expensive) than the other. I have no problem imagining us living there, and I found two stunning properties that are actually for sale.
This is the first one, setting me back 10 Million pounds, where I can see myself throwing awesome garden parties wearing glamorous dresses, as a true Lady of the House does:
This is my favorite, and at only 3.4 Million pounds it’s a steal; my dream chocolate box cottage where I can see a lovely, well-behaved dog running on the field while I prepare a basket of goodies for a boat trip in that nice little boat there:
(Can you hear all that laughter? That’s the bank looking at my mortgage application.) 😉
Allegedly, the place of the Sultan of Brunei for when he visits the Ascot Horse races
(I ask myself: if your house is that size, why do you still need a tent??)
And a few more nice places:
My boat trip ended at Henley-on-Thames, famous for rowing. This is a lovely old town (in Oxfordshire, not Buckinghamshire, might I add) with characteristic old houses, flowers everywhere and typical English pubs.
The Hobbit picked me up, and we drove back via Hambleden, which is the cutest town ever. If you imagine this without cars, you’d be centuries back in time.
Now, if you twist my arm, I could do some housewifery in Bucks for a little bit longer.