Cottage over there

In the cottage over the brow of a leaf carpeted hill, sits a small woman attempting her weekly cryptic crossword while a pan bubbles on the stove.

A log fire crackles and a small white dog dozes in its warmth on a sheepskin rug.

Whispering smoke dances from an old wise chimney stack that has sat there for 100 years or more.

Fading daylight brings glimmering orange windows to the winter hillside.