Blogs I Follow
- so here is the thing
- View From Our Hill
- The Sandy Chronicles
- Once a designer...
- Going Batty in Wales
- Alice Fox Textiles
- The Shrub Queen
- Photographic Memories
- lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
- Amanda Jones Crochet
- Ramblings From Jewels
- Creating my own garden of the Hesperides
- The Loopy Stitch
- Fig Jam and Lime Cordial
- The Wee House Of Crochet
- Dorset Dawdlers
- The Crafty Therapist
- Morale Fiber
- Julia's Creative Year
- Maria Clarke-Wilson
- The Contented Crafter
- Sewing Etc.
- Words and Herbs
- It's all in a Nutshell Crochet
- Notes From the Hinterland
- Eliza Waters
- Pink Cobwebs
- Buttercup and Bee
- the willow witch
- Life is too short to drink bad wine
- I Am Branching Out
- Well Hopper
- Barn House Garden
- T H I M B E R L I N A
- Postcard from Gibraltar
- An Artist's Journal
- KDD & Co
- Petal & Pins
- The Green Dragonfly
- Murtagh's Meadow
- Beach Clean Art
Tag Archives: Dorset
This is a delightful find and not too far from where I live.
An old Walled Garden in the process of being restored by volunteers
and raising money for the village church roof fund and charities
The River Bride runs through it
and it nestles quietly in the valley in the village of Little Bredy
There is even a basket of sticks left by a bridge for playing Pooh Sticks.
This little man-made waterfall is in grounds of Bridehead, a short walk from the Walled garden.
A wonderful wander followed by a traditional English Cream Tea, which consists of a pot of tea (in this case some not-so-traditional Lemon and Ginger tea) and a scone on which to spread jam and clotted cream.
Yesterday I went on a lovely walk with my daughter’s mother-in-law. There really ought to be a name for our relationship. There was a nip in the wind but the sun shone and created the most glorious colours in the sea.
The sun filtered by the clouds gave us purples and blues
shimmering steely glints
and glorious aqua greens.
We walked from Osmington Mills to Ringstead and came across this cottage that under normal circumstances would be buzzing with people. I took the number, because I might like to stay there one day – just a 5 minute walk to the sea.
Walking up through a sheltered wooded valley, we saw our first bluebell in flower. Crumbs! that’s early!
Next time we go there for a walk, we hope the cafe near the beach will be open and we will stop for a coffee.
We have had SO – MUCH – RAIN!!!
I have never seen the river as high as this at the ford.
When my son got married, in October 2008, the newlyweds left the church in a horse and trap and drove across the river here. The water would have covered their knees, sitting in the trap, if they had attempted it on Friday when I walked over the bridge in the rain.
And then the sun came out
and the heath was looking all rusty and glorious.
What is the weather like in your neck of the woods?
On my retreat I got up each morning eager to see the sunrise,
After some crochet, and timed according to the tides, I went for a walk to one of the two little beaches nearby.
When the sea was calm, there was a heron
On the whole the weather was good
with the low sun adding beauty the the hedgerows.
This is what two weeks of mosaic crochet looks like – in Stylecraft Special Aran and 5mm hook. The pattern is Santa Cruz by Daisy Knots.
I wonder where I will go for Christmas 2022.
If you could go anywhere in the world for two weeks on your own, where would you go?
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 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?!”
On Sunday I met my son and his family for a walk and a Pub Lunch, it felt almost normal.
We parked at The Cricketers pub at Shroton, where we had a table booked for 12:30.
and set off up on the footpath up towards Hambeldon Hill
under dramatic skies.
Happily there were a couple of gates, but not really squeaky enough to be very tuneful
and some rusty wires, making line, shape and pattern
Hambledon is one of the 20 Hill Forts in Dorset. I have been to 12, not all of them are on footpaths, but I will see if I can go to a few more, there always such magnificent views from up there.
Then back down the hill to the Pub garden
I am glad I ordered a Child’s portion of Roast Beef – look at the size of that Yorkshire pudding – it was massive – and yummy.
My son was the only one to go for a pudding
But Dil and I insisted on trying a spoonful – mmmmm – delicious!
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We had a magical family day out yesterday at Abbotsbury Swannery.
Feeding time for swans is at 12 noon and 4pm
Children are able to go and feed them too.
There were masses of breeding pairs to see
and cygnets – awwww!
There are Go Karts, a Maze, a Quiz, a Playground and a very good restaurant, which all makes for a very good day out.
And – Little Miss M and I added 3.2 miles to our total – 75.2miles completed – target 500 miles