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I can tell I'm stressing, because my dreams are busily making a model village while I sleep. Why yes, my unconscious does long for a whole environment under my absolute control/nurture, why do you ask?
It was pretty good, actually. Less twee then Bourton-on-the-water (though I admit to adoring it as a kid) mine sometimes had a mosque in it, and sometimes it had oast houses, or sometimes the lovely Heage Windmill. There were my parents' alpacas picking their way gingerly through it, and I was a bit worried because although they were being neat and tidy, what if they had the Red Bull running close behind them and covering their footprints?
ETA: Wait, I know why my brain was thinking of models! I've been admiring this lady's skills.
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