An older house near some water. Ideally by a quiet beach, with some hills or even mountains nearby.
Pets. A dog for taking out in the hills and a dog for curling up on the sofa with afterwards. I love the idea of having a cat but the truth is, I’m not really a cat person and I would like to keep greyhounds.
A room with a view, for writing, for playing, for sitting and reading. With full bookshelves and pictures on the wall. Not too tidy.
A kitchen with a table in. With space to bake and lay out a recipe book. And with a sofa, and a TV. I like to have the telly on while I cook. The kitchen needs to be tidy.
A space for friends to stay when they want or need to.
A garage, or a decent shed or a barn. With a sink and a worktop, and power and shelves and cupboards.
(A small house and a big garage would be the ideal way around)
Outside space. Not too much to maintain, but somewhere to sit with an early evening drink watching the bats on the better weather days, or to stand with a morning brew and listen to the birds. Honeysuckle in summer. A fuchsia bush. Maybe hanging baskets. Maybe part of a farm, with horses and sheep and goats and cows nearby.
Arms to come home to. A voice that doesn’t scold when tears flow. A piece of paper and a house party to celebrate, maybe a pretty dress, maybe jeans and wellies. No diamond ring.
A pub nearby. Or somewhere that people gather to share food and drinks and music and stories.
A station nearby. Or some connection to the outside world that doesn’t require a car at least.