sitting a house

Here are some photographs of the house we sat on our holiday. It belonged to a friend-of-a-friend so was not familiar to us – hence it had that nice mysteriousness of the home of someone you only slightly know. It was a great place for a holiday. I love house-sitting more than motels/hotels. All the comforts and personality of a real home is much more restful to me than an anonymous hotel room. I’m a bit of a nester!