Inspired by: Beatrix Potter’s home

It was a beautiful day with both sun and rain as my beloved mother and I visited the home of Beatrix Potter with lovely Ann and her wonderful husband CJ.

(Head on over here for posts by Ann from the lake district trip)

We wandered through green pastures like you saw in my last post, and walked slowly through Potter’s home taking it all in.

Her home had dark wood walls and floors but with big windows one could sit in, light flowed beautifully and one wished one could have sat there gazing into her garden forever.

Peaceful, quaint and filled to the brim with her brother’s paintings and her own illustrations. It was as if her artist soul still lingered in the walls, and I secretly wished I’d live in a place like hers when I grow old;)