The face at the window..

Since moving to Lymington my family and I have taken advantage of all the stunning views and walks with our savage dog, Daisy. This week we walked past a house that had a local Estate Agents board outside, beautiful place, tucked away in a lane full of flowers with a view of Lymington river. It had an intriguing building in the garden, I decided to investigate after realising that it was empty, in retrospect I should have seen the car in the drive, I naturally didn't see this until I was running away from the house with my Dad. What gave us reason to high tail it pretty swiftly away was the following. I mooched around the garden, sat on the garden swing while my Dad gave the garden flowers the once over. I then peered into the pond and opened the BBQ. We were impressed with the views, something we also observed when we stood on the garden bench to observe the boats going by. Time went on and I reckon we were in this garden for about twenty minutes. I began to look at the outside walls and the pretty old style windows the property boasted. On the second floor was a long window by the stairs, there, by the window, was a man. He was stood there giving us an unimpressed look of astonishment. I smiled at the poor bloke. The wind had well and truely changed on my face at this point while I maintained the fakest grin and signaled to my Dad that there was someone at the window. I chased after the dog who was roaming free at this point as I dropped her lead when I saw 'the face at the window'. We ran out leaving nothing but the garden swing still in motion. As I left the drive I read what the board actually said. Sold. I really need to be more observant.
Dont laugh, this is my life...