Thatched cottages

Ever since BL read Milly-Molly-Mandy stories, she has loved thatched cottages. When we go on a car journey, she spots thatched cottages as we pass them. Gleefully. Imagine her joy when she discovered that we would be staying, on holiday, in a thatched cottage. She talked of little else.

On the way down, she went quiet for a while. A sure sign that she is thinking things through… or she has fallen asleep. Then out comes the question. She has obviously been mulling over thatch roofs on rainy days and now she is worried.  Will she get wet in bed if it rains at night?

I misunderstood her at first and thought she was remembering the M-M-M story (“Milly Molly Mandy helps to thatch a roof”) about the thatch being blown off the house. I assured her that it was not going to blow away during our visit.

It turns out that she saw the thatch as more decorative than a substitute for roof tiles. She could not see how it would protect us from the elements. She thought that we would be able to lie in bed, look up and see a thin layer of thatch, with the moonlight streaming through.

Imagine her relief when she realised that the thatch is thick and tightly packed. Plus there was a ceiling between us and the straw.

There are times I just plain forget. She is five. This is all new to her. Why would she know? It was her first time sleeping in a thatched cottage. Come to think about it,  I think it might have been mine too.

6 thoughts on “Thatched cottages

  • Friday 3 September, 2010 at 10:21 pm
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    Oh would you look at that – my daughter would just love this!!!

    • Friday 3 September, 2010 at 11:06 pm
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      It was so perfect. I hope she never loses her love of thatched cottages.

  • Saturday 4 September, 2010 at 8:57 am
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    What lovely pictures!! Funny how we can begin our love of places from stories so early in life. (Or later – for example, I’ve wanted to pick up and move permanently to Cornwall since reading Rosamunde Pilcher’s stories even tho’ I’ve never been there in person. Like your daughter’s thinly thatched roof, I’m sure I’m imagining it totally different than it really is, but still, I’d go in a second if I could :).

    • Saturday 4 September, 2010 at 10:52 am
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      Cornwall is wonderful. I think it would live up to a lot. I’ve not read any of Rosamunde Pilcher’s stories, but I’d still be willing to pick up everything and move there in a trice.

  • Saturday 4 September, 2010 at 9:47 am
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    Perfect for a holiday but I don’t think I’d like to own one. Insurance!! And the fact that ‘things’ make nests in there. We all have grey slate round here except some very old cottages which have stone sort of paving slabs! They look great as moss grows on them, and I’m sure that offers extra weather proofing as well.

    • Saturday 4 September, 2010 at 10:56 am
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      I’ve seen the slab roofing. We don’t have it around here. Our house has the standard tiles and things still live in it. Sparrows, in particular, love it. I think single handedly, we are boosting the population.

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