Monday, 10 October 2016

Time for a Break

Hello there, I hope you're enjoying this rather lovely autumn so far. Here there have been golden days with chilly mornings and evenings, bright flowers, fruit and foliage and shorter days. A wonderful season, rich with things to feast the senses on. And yet in my head it's still summer. I can't quite get to grips with autumn this year and am unwilling to let go of those long, light-filled days.


This term has flown like never before, and life has been very, very busy. Our weekends have been as busy as the weekdays at work, full of lots of lovely visits and celebrations. Life has changed again for my little family in recent weeks. J is going to spend an extra year at his university, D has started her A levels in 6th form and last week B set off on a long-planned and saved-for adventure on her own, beginning with Thailand, Hong Kong and then New Zealand. She will be gone for up to a year and will, I am sure, have the most wonderful time. Staying in touch on Skype and instant messaging has been a godsend, and already we have heard from her and seen her fabulous photos. The house seems quiet again with just the three of us here.
On the day B left P took me to the Walled Garden at Mells for an end-of-season cup of tea after work. I was feeling a bit sad and the beautiful early autumn colours were soothing and beautiful, like a rich tapestry.










P and I went away to London for a weekend for his company's birthday celebrations and enjoyed a fabulous dinner in the Science Museum followed by a sunny day in Bushy Park watching the rutting red deer among the oak trees. It really is a beautiful place, and we were there on a lovely golden day. We ate breakfast in the park's cafe, a place we've been many times with the children. This time we sat eating toast and drinking coffee while watching the squirrels and wild fowl around us.








In amongst all of this excitement I turned 50 last week and was treated to a lovely family celebration at a beautiful pub in Hampshire (my home county) next to the River Test. It was a warm day filled with flowers, laughter, good food and stunning scenery. Those clear chalk streams are something I miss in Somerset.





P presented me with these lovely flowers in shades of purple and dark pink, and some lavender too. I was thrilled with them.



 My birthday itself was spent at work where I was spoiled by some lovely colleagues, in between breakfast in bed from P and a delicious birthday tea at home. I felt very happy and lucky indeed.




So many lovely things and so much change. It's been a bit overwhelming, in fact. I have to admit that I am frazzled and have lost much of my oomph. For the first time ever I am finding it very difficult to blog or find anything to say. I've run out of steam, and I'm afraid that I've not really been around at all in Blogland lately (despite having things I made in the summer still to show you). Instead in my time away from work I'm trying to concentrate on things like going to the gym (which I've managed to do all year), keeping the house relatively clean and tidy, and being creative and musical when time allows. That's enough to be getting on with for now. I hope to return when my batteries are recharged and I can blog properly, visiting your lovely blogs as well as writing my own.
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See you all in a while x

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

The End of Summer

Hello again! I'm a bit late perhaps with a post entitled 'The End of Summer' but I thought I'd post it before the autumnal equinox tomorrow, which is when autumn most definitely begins. It's been a lovely summer this year, and I must confess that, autumn-lover though I am, I have been rather reluctant to say goodbye to it. The heatwave of the last two weeks was a bit much for me, but I have enjoyed the golden sunshine - we had some this afternoon - and the rich colour palette that goes with it. 


There have been the deepest blue skies.






The cultivated blackberries have been the best I can remember for a long time, and I have picked punnets and punnets of them. We've eaten some straight away, cooked with them and frozen the rest. For me they epitomise early autumn with their perfumed flavour.






In contrast the sweet peas haven't been great this year. I picked these magenta ones, and with the berries they made a darkly purple harvest.



The flowers have just kept going in the garden: tall, pale evening primroses,


 sweet-scented phlox,


peppery nasturtiums


 and a bright pink (yes, pink) strawberry.





We were busy outside this summer. P put a new edging around our raised flowerbed,



and I gave our table and chairs a makeover with antique white metal paint. Here they are before ...







... and after, looking much smarter. My goodness, it was fiddly work - I'll use spray paint next time, I think.



I'm really enjoying putting cut asters from the supermarket on the dining table at the moment.


I love their soft pastel and jewel colours.


I've not been around much as life has been getting in the way lately, and opportunities to open my laptop have been few and far between. I do have lots to share with you, though, and will try to catch up with you as soon as possible. Happy autumn for tomorrow! x

Wednesday, 31 August 2016

Willow, Wild Places and High Hills

A couple of weeks ago P and I had a wonderful day out. We felt like exploring somewhere new, so decided on the Somerset Levels, an amazing watery landscape, low-lying, drained and managed by humans over the centuries. It is criss-crossed by channels of water and is prone to regular flooding.



There are little hills like Glastonbury Tor, or this one, Burrow Mump, which used to be island settlements in a swampy landscape. 


Nowadays the land is used for grazing and apple-growing, and is full of little orchards like this one.


We visited the Willow and Wetlands Centre, and I was amazed at the sheer number of uses that humans have woven willow for: eel traps, fishing baskets,


bird cages, furniture,


household storage and containers,




bath chairs, mail sorting boxes, and even coffins and plane seats. The list went on and on.


There were so many garden supports and sculptures, that I came away with a bundle of withies, inspired to do some willow-weaving myself.


We walked through the woods underneath a stunning willow hawk



down to the willow beds, waterlogged fields full of this year's withies.



Water channels known as rhynes were crossed by little bridges,



and all around was lush and verdant, dotted here and there with spires of purple loosestrife.



Such a different landscape.


From here we drove on to Fyne Court, a National Trust property to the west. Once a large house and landscaped garden , the house burnt down many years ago and the grounds remain.



The courtyard houses a cafe and the place was full of families with children, as there is something very different about this property.



It has been allowed to remain in a state of wildness, carefully neglected so that visitors can walk, play and picnic there. Fallen trees were climbed upon.


The walled kitchen garden was strangely bare, in the process of a change of purpose.



Ruined steps led to an overgrown terrace.


Plants grew out of walls.


Ferns, moss and ivy proliferated.


Above a pond-dipping area which was full of delighted children with nets, another pond lay still and bright green, eerily quiet.


A ruined boathouse was being reclaimed by nature, the leat running past it full of water mint. There was a silence punctuated only by the quiet passage of people walking through the pathways, exploring.


I have never been more reminded of one of my favourite poems, Walter De La Mare's 'The Listeners':

''Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door.
And his horse in the silence champed
The grasses of the forest's ferny floor...
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill 
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.'


Before long the sun came out, shining through the beech, sweet chestnut and horse chestnut leaves overhead and lighting everything up around us a luminous green.





We were glad we'd visited this unusual and interesting place.


We drove further westwards, on into the Quantock Hills near the border between North Somerset and Devon, and came to Great Wood, an old hunting forest, full of towering Scots pines.



In a central grassy area there were many families enjoying the holidays and warm weather having barbeques and splashing in the little stream.


We sat on the bank, eating apples and took off our shoes and socks for a paddle. It was rather stony, but the water was so cool on a hot day that we didn't mind at all.


The stream babbled its way down from the hills and lulled us as we sat and listened to it.


The sunlight filtered through the trees and lit up the little grasses all around us.


By now we were hungry and stopped at a shop in a nearby village for provisions, heading on up into the hills to a viewpoint we knew would be a good place to stop, Staple Plain. Up and up we went away from the sweet villages and wooded valleys with a steep drop to one side, and arrived on the top of the hill. 


The landscape had changed again to beautiful wild heathland. It was early evening on an overcast but warm day, and the hillside was at its best, covered in heather and gorse in bloom.



Here we sat and ate bread rolls and cheese on a bench, with the most glorious view to feast our eyes upon.



I love this kind of landscape in late summer, high moors and hills stained with purple and yellow, and everywhere the bracken turning rusty colours. It epitomises late summer holidays for me, and makes me realise how much I love days out and holidays in these sorts of places.




We walked to the top of the hill and stood and drank in the scenery.



A few woolly inhabitants passed us by, going about their everyday business.


Solitary windblown silver birches and rowan trees dotted the hillside.


And all around heathery hues and bright coccnut-scented gorse. Heaven.




It was past seven o'clock now, and the horizon was becoming hazy. Time to wend our way home again. We said goodbye to the Quantock Hills and were home again just as darkness fell. It had been a truly lovely day out, a special one we'll remember.


These high moors and hills inspire me hugely, and the heathery late summer colours make me think of tweeds and tartans in soft greens and mauves, russets and deep blues. I'll leave you with a little watercolour painting I made a couple of years ago after a visit to Exmoor at this time of year. I painted it in a rush, trying to capture the colours of heather-clad hillsides and blue skies. 


I hope you are enjoying the end of your summer too, and will see you soon x