A short walk to buy eggs

A couple of days ago my friend and I went for a short walk to buy some eggs from the farm close by…

It was a cold autumn afternoon as we set out down the path from the red cottage.

Down the road from home

Down the road from home

At last we came out from the little road to find ourselves on a sort of main road.

Walking down the main road

Walking down the main road

Walking and walking down the big road we finally reached a smaller dirt road to the left, which curved inward as we walked along, until finally the farm building we were heading for popped up behind a small hill.

The farmhouse appears

The farmhouse appears

At last we were there. A little further and the whole thing came into view. We walked into the little blue door sitting squatted next to a big black barn door, and found ourselves in a little room (which I didn’t photograph). We got our eggs, put the money into a little, red, metal money-box, and got out again. The smell of chickens was a little overwhelming.

On our way back we looked to our right, and saw a right little ghost house.  Reminded me of Stephen King’s novel where the Marsten house lies on the hill overlooking ‘Salem’s lot.

Spooky house? Not really.

Spooky house? Not really.

It’s actually quite a nice looking house, and not really that imposing (maybe with an added first floor it would). Perhaps it is its lonely setting and those big eyes looking down from the barren hill that give it a rather creepy look.

On the way home

On the way home

We turned back  into the main road, down the path, and finally… back to the red cottage.

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