I looked at the map of the town and while the river had an interesting name most of the streets didn't. I swung between on Charles Street in memory of my grandfather or King Street. In the end I decided on King, thinking that perhaps it might reward me with a Royal Hotel.
It turned out to be just a typical country street.
This garden well at the start of the street had me wondering whether it was real. Back in the old days lots of country homes had wells. There was a well at the bottom of the garden where I was raised and my parents were always warning us of the danger of falling in the well.
Wells were very common in country towns and amazingly i can't ever remember anyone drowning in one. I'd love to take my secateurs to that rambling rose.
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