Some day, when my kids are grown and on their own, and I’m looking for a place to retire with the lovely and gracious Mrs. Strutts, I’d like a nice country village in a temperate climate, maybe near the ocean. A place to let the world pass by without traffic, without paved roads, without telemarketers.
A place I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted; stay up late and sleep in as long as I liked. And blog via satellite.
Maybe set up a little bed and breakfast stop for tourists and travellers, with a wine and cheese shop with tacky homemade postcards and hand-screened purple t-shirts. Maybe a place like this. Or not. Click here, or click the top image, then zoom out.
[Link found at this amazing site.]
Tacky Raccoons 