"We'll wait to hear about the beer,
about the meals, about the land;
about the people, far and near.
Then hop on back, it would be grand."
The beer is cheap, the food is great
The land is rather hilly
The people count their cows all day
Their bulls all have a willy.
The country lanes, with hedges high
Reminds me of our Devon
With quaint old shops and time stopped still
I think we've found our heaven.
When roof is on, and windows in
The place should feel like home
With a herd of quacking chickens
And pond with garden gnome.
There's an owl up in the rafters
And dormice in the barn
I've got to master roofing
There is a lot to...ahem.... larn.
I pray for sunny weather
Until they fix the drive
'Cos it goes to muddy puddles
When the rainy days arrive.
But there is great distraction
With bread and cheese and sun
Plus good red wine and Tarte Tatin
How will we get things done?