Treading down the ancient cobbled streets of this quaint pretty village the mind wanders to how many travelers have been here before us. How many centuries have these stones stood piled together in rustic buildings, how many generations have been raised within their walls.
The heavy wooden door of number six under its brick arch is showing its age in weathered stains and everyday ware. Who lives behind it now, are they home, would they answer if we knocked? So many stories these walls could tell, wouldn't it be wonderful to step back in time and see who lived here first?