Quaint Corsham – Dropped into Dickens

Posted by on April 4, 2016 in Accommodations, Corsham, England, House Sitting, Local Color, Markets, Pet Sitting | 8 comments

What could be a more authentic English experience than living in a home on the High Street in the quaint village of Corsham?

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Luck was with me when I landed this house sit for sweet William, a 15-year-old pup. His masters, Mark and Andy were headed off on a holiday, and entrusted their furry friend to my care, along with their beautiful home. Will even made happy noises when I scratched behind his floppy ears, and rubbed his tummy.

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Corsham is a picturesque little town, like something straight out of Dickens, with old slate-roofed buildings, ancient spired churches, and golden sandstone walls that glow in the afternoon light.

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“If you wouldn’t mind feeding the birds and the fish, that’d be great,” Andy told me. “And we do have one other pet,” Mark added. Uh oh, what’s this, I wonder.
“A peacock called Kevin sometimes visits the garden, if you could just give him a few mealworms…”
Who would have guessed I’d have my own pet peacock?

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Their home is light and airy, and I had a lovely room with my own bath, where a fluffy white robe hung waiting. Books and DVD’s lined the walls in the solarium. “Help yourself and enjoy,” they told me, and showed me how to set the surround-sound.

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Will got three walks a day, though due to his age, they were fairly short ones. A huge park sprawls out behind the house, a five-minute walk away, with a lake full of quacking ducks tucked into the corner, and Will showed me his favorite spots.

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We’d go out rain or shine, and this being England, there’s more drizzle than not. But the many misty mornings were magical. With sheep now out of the pasture, Will was allowed to go off lead, and often met up with his friends.

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He may be mostly deaf, but there’s nothing wrong with Will’s nose, or his navigation. He’d approach friendly people in the park, who happened to have treats stashed in their pockets, and he invariably led me to the pet shop to meet his best saleslady pal.

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Living in Corsham is the best of both worlds – a beautiful garden and park, like being out in the country, with most everything you need just out the front door. High Street is only a few blocks long, but crammed with small shops –  hair salons, a health food store, two opticians, cafes and restaurants, a bakery, a Co-op for groceries, a butcher, a pharmacy, pubs and banks and a bookstore, and best of all, on Tuesdays, the market stalls set up.

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Will and I each had our favorite booths…

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At night, Will got his third walk. He’d lead the way, under glowing streetlights and a full October moon. The street was quiet, shop window-shades pulled. Turning down a dark alley towards the park, I’d switch on the torch (Brit’s name for a flashlight). I’d glance around at tall, gnarly trees, branches creaking like arthritic arms; a chill wind whispered through the leaves. We didn’t enter the park, but turned just before, down a path that led to a church, with a headstone-filled graveyard, tall rounded markers like the ones in scary movies. We were both always happy to get home to our soft warm beds.image

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We varied our walks sometimes. The churches and graveyards were much less spooky in the daytime.

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One day I decided to take a tour of Corsham Court, the local manor and gardens. “No pictures allowed inside,” I was told as I paid for my ticket, a frustration for any photographer, but I focused on the positive side – I could enjoy just looking for a change, without having to capture every detail with a lens.

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With a kitchen to cook in, I ate meals at home, another great reason to house sit. It saved a bundle not dining out, and Will and Kevin made nice dinner companions, when they weren’t both staring at me with “Can I have a bite?” eyes…

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This Dickensian tale in Corsham has a very happy ending, with Mark, Andy and William reunited, and I felt like I made three new friends.

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8 Comments

  1. Incredible! Stepping right into another life! And a charming one.

    • That’s one of the best things about house sitting, Ginny, especially in another country.You can try on another life, like slipping into a costume. And this was a particularly charming one 🙂

  2. Beautiful photo essay on life in Corsham. Thanks again for coming to look after Will (and Kevin). We all miss you. Xx

    • You’re welcome! Thanks for having me 🙂 I miss you all too!! xoxo

  3. So very delightful! Your words always bring life to those of us who are reading about your adventures. Thank you for this wonderful gift.

    • You’re so very welcome Beth! It’s sharing that brings depth to my journey 🙂

  4. Hello Lynn,

    I absolutely loved the beautifully descriptive essay of your journey….Thank you!!!
    How does one go about finding House/Pet sitting jobs in another country?
    I would love to be able to experience life in another country by helping someone
    who needs assistance with home or pets.

    With Kind Regards,
    Sara

    • Hi Sara,

      There are several housesitting sites online if you google housesitting or petsitting. The primary one I use that I have found to be the best for ease of use and amount of offerings is called Trusted Housesitters. If you use my personal referral link you’ll get 20% off a subscription! (And I get 2 extra months 🙂

      https://www.trustedhousesitters.com/su/AVDwhupB

      You can look at the site for free, but have to join to apply for sits. I have found that the amount of money I’ve saved housesitting for one night has paid for a year’s subscription. Good luck! Oh, and I’ve written several other blog posts on housesitting, in France, Scotland and Hove, as well as Corsham. Good luck & have fun!!
      Lynn

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