Yes, it feels like home. Not the farmer with his dear self in it, but I have to be realistic - he is not coming back - just the memories of him - and I find those easier away from the farm than I did while living there. I have the bungalow more or less liveable and am getting to know folk round about - everyone is very friendly.
This morning the sun is shining brightly on to a very frosty world. My sitting room faces due South as did the sitting room at the farm, so when the sun is shining the rooms soon warm up as good backing to the central heating. I have a louvred blind at the window so there are shadows on these photographs and because of the restricted space things seem at an angle - but you get the general idea.
It is a long room and there is pleny of space. The blanket (which I made from an old sample book of tweeds) on the settee back is handy for my legs in the evening (and Tess rather likes to sleep on the bottom of it too).
If any of my US readers can remind me what the figure on the left of the mantel shelf is called I would be grateful. I love it - bought it at Mesa Verde some years ago - but keep forgetting his name.