Letter of the week

Welcome to the dream

factory

I WOULD like to add my twopenneth to ‘Loyal toasts’ in the 125th-anniversary issue (). I am a lorry driver by profession. My wife, Jo, and I don’t own a country house or fine gardens; we live, very happily, in a two-up, two-down terraced house in west London. I began my love affair with your excellent magazine because I dream of winning the lottery and, armed with the huge bucket of funds to which I plan to become accustomed, I would need a home to match my new status in life. COUNTRY LIFE gave me the opportunity to perpetuate that dream. I am ashamed to say that, in the beginning, I ogled the houses for sale and discarded the rest. However, curiosity gradually got the better of me and I read deeper into each issue, until I now spend copious amounts of time studying copies from cover to cover. In this establishment, you are only a magnificent , you are also a dream factory—and everyone needs one of those.