T HE Q UEEN’S F OREST E nchanting, magical, mysterious,all of these and none of these; she couldn’t quite describe this place, but there was a feeling of nostalgia as she allowed herself to become totally immersed in the stately beauty of the forest. As a girl she had been enthralled with a series of books her parents had bought from a traveling salesman. A ten-volume set ranging from children’s fables and poetry to stories of adventure. The one that most intrigued her was a book of fairy tales from foreign lands; the exotic stories populated by beautiful women with long flowing hair and dresses billowing as they rode horseback through a majestic forest...this was that forest.
S UMMER C ASTLE A hint of mist in the background obscured her view with a veil of softness, so she was free to let her imagination roam. Whatever lies beyond the gate was surely a place of beauty. Attention to every detail gave the entrance a stately yet somewhat understated grandeur. Design that flowed so organically that it did not disrupt nature, but rather enhanced it. The British, she decided, had an uncanny style that encompassed comfort, stability, beauty, and often impeccable taste all rolled into one. From the cozy, familiar feeling of a pub, to the intricate beauty of the thatched roofs of the Cotswolds it was a style she totally embraced.
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