She might have taken me on a stroll through her charming Cotswold village, where she lived in her later years...
entertaining them and delighting
of her girlhood days in Cornwall
when she climbed over the
rocks by the ocean...
that had a palm tree, with her papa and Sophie...and where she fell in
love with Richard.
What a lovely story.
What a lovely story.
I made Jim take me
to those old winding
streets to wander around
where
Penelope would have walked..
it was
just as I pictured it.