7.06 am 25th December 2020, looking out from my static caravan window.
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As some of you will know, every other year I escape Christmas and find a hideaway where I can be on a blissful tinsel-free retreat.
This year, I could not go too far from home, but luckily a friend owns a caravan at Sandsfoot Castle, overlooking Portland Harbour, just 10 miles from where I live and she was kind enough to let me have it to myself.
I have not been away from my house overnight for about a year, so it felt very exciting to pack a suitcase and stuff the car full of craft supplies and head off to the sea.
8.00am 30 December
watching the sun come up each morning was the biggest thrill.
Each day a constantly evolving Rothko painting would gently, gradually, change with the light across the sea and sky
Lots of people seem to find it too odd to comprehend that I enjoy going away on my own to be in some far flung place in isolation – but I LOVE it. My very own silent retreat, away from village life and all the practical ‘to do’ lists of home and garden.
I often get asked “but what do you do?”
Most of what I do fits around Tide Timetables, the weather forecast and the time the sun rises and sets – and that is a wonderfully calm and simple way to live for a couple or more weeks every other year.
In 2008 I went to California for six weeks,
In 2016 I stayed in a treehouse on the Pembrokeshire Coast from the 15th December to 15th January.
This year, I was able to walk from my nest, along the Rodwell Trail, that follows the old railway line, from Weymouth to Portland. From there I could tramp up along the top of Chesil Beach
This photo was taken at 1pm on Christmas Day. Whilst so many were tucking into a turkey, I was walking for about a mile along the top of a nearly isolated beach in crisp clear air and glorious sunshine – it felt SO good!
I say nearly isolated as there was one family having a windy picnic lunch looking out to sea and in the carpark, looking out over the harbour, where it was a bit more sheltered, there was a couple in red and white Father Christmas hats sitting at a picnic table covered in decorations and having a lobster and champagne lunch. Fabulous! The camaraderie of doing things differently.
There are plenty of old rusty bits and pieces to enjoy along that stretch
I would love to know the story behind this abandoned boat
But oh the shed!
Look at those doors – all that texture, the colours! the corrugated rust!
So, dear readers, I am sure you don’t need to ask me, “what do you do?!”
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