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More from Doreen’s Garden

When you enter Doreen’s world it is like entering wonderland, with a fabulous mixture of caring touches

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surreal sculpturesDoreen's Garden

(in March)


and a poignant little row of memoriesDSC_0341

The sculpture of the children climbing always draws my attention

I love the way the lichen decorates the surface (you might remember I’m a great fan of lichen)lichen on sculpture


It came as no great surprise to see a man who appeared to be walking on the roof thatched cottages

he was in fact working in the garden behind

(can you see that little white model of a dog’s bottom up in the air as if digging in the lawn)

and then to come across these shoes sunning themselves on a bench

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They belonged to Doreen’s very own Mr Mcgregor who was clipping the evergreens

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The house looked like this in March

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and the garden


What a transformation takes place during the year

I discovered these two brief videos taken in August 2016.


I hope to return in April or May one year to see the flourish of Spring.

Maybe I’ll stay in her Garden studio – a link here to see more about it.

Now I’m off to be a ‘bit more Doreen’ and sort out the containers of bulbs in my garden.

Doreen’s Garden in September

thatched cottages

Last weekend I was in beautiful Branscombe, Devon, England.

flowers, dahlias

As usual I had to make my pilgrimage up the hill to Doreen’s Garden and this time I was lucky enough to meet the delightfully sprightly 84 year old. She is originally from Liverpool and has lived in this cottage for 34 years.

She gives me hope for the future!

Click on any photo to see it larger.

84 year old gardener

We had a lovely long chat and she showed me the best viewing points for photos .. Here

thatched cottages

and then the view to the church

Doreen's garden, begonias, September

Doreen has a box for donations to support the Devon Air Ambulance and so far she has collected over £7,000!

You can even stay in her garden in this delightful self-catering little unit

somewhere to stay in Devon

what a sunny spot!

stay in Branscombe

We talked about her magnificent dahlias

orange dahlia

doreen's dahlia

She doesn’t lift them but cuts them right back to the ground and mulches them.

Doreen's Garden, dahlia, pink

I do not live in quite such a sheltered spot – I tried them years ago and did not have a good success rate, but I might give Doreen’s method a go as there is no doubt, they put on a spectacular show – if only they were scented .. mmmmm there’s a thought. Are there any scented dahlias?


Monthly Meet-Up: Flower

cactus flower

Do you know what this flower is?

Hi everyone – here we are for our Monthly Meet-Up Photo Gathering.

The theme this month is FLOWER.



Years ago I used to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword each day and if ‘flower’ was in a clue it could mean ‘river’ – so just to be cryptic

this photo of a river in full spate, taken in March in the quite wonderfully bizarre Doreen’s Garden in Branscombe in DevonDoreen's Garden

To join in please leave a link in the comments to one of your new or archive photos or blog posts, it will be lovely to see your FLOWERS or indeed rivers!

Joining in with Cee’s Flower of the Day




No grief, no pining

I will be glad to be free

Of this old body



For Bluedaisyz Photo prompt: LISTEN

Another soothing take on ‘Listen’ by Cathy: and click here for Jamie’s avian photo.

Only slightly smaller than life-size this statue/sculpture is in a little pergola in Doreen’s garden in Branscombe, Devon



Pine tree pines for cones

Dropping to the ground to grow

Not grief, just pining


And Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge: PINE and GRIEF (including a nature reference)

Go see this post by TJ –  but allow some time to really take a good look at the sunrise photo – just stunning! Click on it and see it much bigger with more detail – gorgeous!

And Olga’s Haiku takes my breath away, the sparkling picture and that last line ……..!

Next week’s photo prompt is ORANGE

Walking backwards to Branscombe

……To continue my walk to Branscombe from Beer in Devon – it was such a stunningly fabulous day! B2That first sight of the red cliffs curving away into the distance! Wow and double WOW!!!

The visibility was perfect. There is something so restorative about being able to see so far, so clearly. I feel at once that I become as big as the panorama and at the same time feel like a teeny tiny speck in the vast universe and connected to all there is.

If you are at all bothered by heights skip the next photo

B3Just over the brow of the hill you are treated to an inland view of the villageB5And my goal ahead, the Sea Shanty Beach Cafe for lunch.B6I am so glad I did not know what an incredibly steep decent it is into Branscombe before I set off, or I might not have gone on this walk.                          I have osteo-arthritis in my right knee. I can walk up hill and along the flat for miles, but even with a knee support and a walking stick, as soon as I start going downhill the right knee starts to give up. My remedy: either go down sideways, or backwards or if VERY steep go as far as possible on my bum!B7Much to the amusement of fellow walkers!                                                              (You knew I would have pink boots – didn’t you?)

B8Look there is someone else going down sideways – the steps were much too muddy for any other ‘dodgy knee’ technique.B4

As you can see this is the route for a cross country run! That hill must be a killer! Hope it all went well for them.B10After the long muddy steps there is still a way to go – and this I did mostly backwards. A lot of people look curiously at me or stare straight ahead trying to ignore this odd behaviour, I prefer the merry quip and a bit if banter. It occurred to me that I have never come across anyone else walking backwards downhill – does this mean that people with arthritic knees just don’t go walking the hills and dales.

I also had the Goons singing in my ear:  I’m walking backwards for Christmas

One young person striding past said “there’s a Frank Sinatra song ‘Walking backwards in High Heels isn’t there?” so I tried looking it up and came up with these lyrics, but no mention of Frank.

“The Woman With You”

She hit the door 6:55 sack full of groceries split down the side.
Can goods scattered all the way to the curb.
Look on her face saying don’t say a word.
So, it’s me and her and a can of beans sitting there on the front porch swing.
Western sky all turning red.
Head on my shoulder she sighed and said:

Been gopherin, chauffeuring, company chairman.
Coffee maker, Copy repairman.
Anymore there ain’t nothing I swear man that I don’t do.
Been juggling, struggling, closing big deals.
Dancing backwards in high heels.
Just when it feels like i can’t make it through.
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman with you


Once at the bottom there is an information board to read whilst you summon up the energy for the last few steps to sit in a delightful garden at the Sea Shanty Cafe (you can also sit out at the front and look at the sea).

B11 with a cappuccino, to do a spot of crochet, whilst waiting for lunch. This is the start of a cushion for Big Bro, my grandson. He has requested dark colours, at 4 he knows exactly what he wants!B12

A quick visit to the beach, no beachcombing goodies to be found ….B13B14…… then a gentle stroll through the woods to the village …B15… which sprawls along the valley – more on the village another day but……B18

…. I must just tell you about Doreen’s garden – if you are ever in Branscombe you MUST go and see this magical, crazy garden, which is plainly Doreen’s life’s work and you can look around and explore to your heart’s content – all she asks is that you make a donation for Devon’s Air Ambulance service – fabulous!

And then I caught the bus back to Beer – a white-knuckle ride, switchbacking through tiny lanes with brambles scratching the bus from hedges on both sides!

Hope you enjoyed the walk.


WEDNESDAY WALK-ALONG: this week you can also go for a walk with Murtagh’s Meadow, in Ireland.