(prompt: 'set' 20/11/2020)

Once upon a long time ago, roving far in search of another farm (NOT a dairy), we found a little piece of perfection (land-wise anyway!).

Set at the end of a winding, tree-lined laneway, the rustically charming old gateway was all to see by public view.

"Ahh-hh," we said and smiled lovingly at each other.

Once through the gate, however, the anticipated homespun charm revealed itself to be a matter of gross neglect, requiring endless effort and a bottomless wallet to put into any semblance of a working farm.

Years later, we returned and found it named 'Poverty Point'. Hmm...

(100 words)