Our second holiday stay turned out to be even more bucolic than the last. To reach the house, we had to get through three gates and three fields of sheep, then cross a stone bridge with a wheelbarrow for our luggage. It was well worth the hike though: Lock Cottage was absolutely charming, with its brick terrace overlooking a meadow that trapped the sun and the canal boats that moored outside every night. We spent hours reading, playing whist, eating antipasti in the sun and climbing on the locks. I felt like Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Without the coercion and hard labour. Yes.
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