Crooked Cottage

Walking along the lanes on a hot summers day I was entranced by a rather crooked cottage the mullion windows gave a view to the bay clickity clack went the wheels of the carriage Curious I wandered over, pausing to read the sign It said it was for sale I wrote down the details the agent arranged a viewing, impressed I under-sign now mine I settle in enjoying the light from the fantails Speckled and dappled seemingly infused with other worldliness doors loose in their frames and window panes that rattled walls that sagged and bugled time marking them with cruelness yet with a quaint charm of its own even though the floors buckled With a happy sigh I watched the yachts skim and skip the waves toddlers happily splashing in the shallows parents watching carriages carrying the rich and fashionably dressed knaves whilst high born men and ladies chatted under the awning In that moment I knew that no matter what here I'd stay quite won over by the way the crooked cottage caressed feeling a warmth of welcome radiating and enfolding this stray at last the wayfarer could hang her hat, over now her quest