





Today I took Jack to my old childhood haunt. The village of Fetteresso is about 20 minutes walk from our house but it feels like a journey back several decades. When I was a little girl I used to cycle here almost every day in summer and, although I drive past it frequently, I hardly ever take the time to wander through the village. The Old Inn is the house I always wanted to live when I grew up - very strange to go back as an adult (and I'd still like to live there!).
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