I love my country

(when I find it). It gets harder every year to find bits of England that remain the same as they were when I was a child, let alone when my grandmother was a child.
This is a small hamlet in Hampshire only about 10 minutes away from a town centre with a huge mall, tower blocks, high tech companies and a multiplex cinema. You don't find places like these on the motorways, nor the A roads or even the B roads. They remain hidden in a time warp.
Holyhocks still reach for the sky.
And these sunflowers are totally out of place.
The was once a tiny millers cottage. Now it is a very expensive little bit of heaven.

Don't you love the way the roof on this house ripples over the old beams in the roof?
If you think these are close to the road, they are. But when only one car an hour goes past, it doesn't really matter much.