The Chateau is a gem. Built nearly 200 years ago as a weekend retreat for a Lincolnshire lawyer, it still stands proudly on a hill overlooking a small river and surrounded by a farmer's sheep pasture. It is just the right size for two people to enjoy. When we arrived it was just after dark and we were anxious that in the country cold and darkness we wouldn't find it. Luckily the housekeeper had left a light on for us - our beacon across the pasture.
We didn't realize what a tiny little jewelbox we were living in until the next morning. The morning sunrise was glorious. A frost had set overnight and the rhime-encrusted trees and shubs called me to come outside and take some photos. I did some exploring.
You're probably wondering what the heck that powerstation marring the view is? Even though it looks suspicously like Three Mile Island, we came to love our view of the Cottam power station (coal). It was the largest object on the plain. As we drove around the surrounding countryside we loved coming home and seeing the station from different angles.
What was the house like on the inside? Cozy! Each night we had a roaring coal fire (once we'd got the hang of getting it started with kindling). We would enjoy cocktails by the fire, followed by dinner on the first floor, then back up to the second floor for post-prandial wine and chocolates. In Chateau bookshelves I found an old childhood friend, "The Children of Green Knowe" by L.M. Boston. I read it in one sitting.