When I was pregnant with my second son and moving in with my children’s father, we  almost ended up living in this lovely dreamy village.  We didn’t have much money but we could just about afford a tiny one-bedroom flat above the gift shop. It was the sweetest place ever, just a stone’s throw from the quiet harbour:


In the end, we did not move in here. Because of a rather silly reason: the landlord would not let us keep our heavy Silver Cross pram in the hallway and there was no way we could carry the heavy pram up and down the stairs everyday. We moved to Hayling Island but always came back to Bosham for drinks in our favourite pub, the Anchor Bleu:


This was the house of my late Art teacher, Mr Peter Baines:


Bosham is still as lovely as ever and may it always be. It’s village life at its best.