Arriving at Middle Piccadilly in Dorset last weekend couldn’t have come at a better time. This little rural idyll prides itself on being the ideal place to switch off, kick back and recharge. Something I have needed for a while, something we could probably all do with. I find switching off virtually impossible, I feel I am always connected to an online world, and always doing or
(Forgive me, this one is more wordy than usual!) It is funny isn’t it, how sometimes something can occur to you, not in a thunderbolt kind of way but in a more gradual way. A sort of drip feed realisation over time. For years I have thought that our house made me unhappy, an odd thing to say, I grant you, but hear me out. First, some history.
The window above might be one of the most impressive windows I have ever seen. And Winchester Cathedral might be one of the most impressive buildings I have ever entered, it being one of the largest cathedrals in Europe. Even back in the day (and I am talking 1500 years) ago it was a place of importance. The Bishop back then had a diocese that stretched from the edge
Bit of a different one this week for Window Wednesday in that I am not featuring one place and their windows this week, but more of a whole town. It was only when I looked through all my photos from our weekend in White Cliffs Country that I realised just how many photos of buildings I have taken. I can never take too many in my opinion. And not
We have Catherine of Aragon to thank for Deal Castle. Sort of. When Henry VIII decided he wanted to annul the marriage it caused ructions with the Pope of the time, and also with Catherine’s nephew who just happened to be Charles V, the Holy Roman Emperor. Having annoyed these two men Henry was warned that an attack on England was imminent and therefore defences needed to be
Chawton village is, of course, dominated by its most famous resident Jane Austen. Her house sits in the middle of this pretty village in Hampshire and is a draw for hundreds of thousands of visitors every year. The first time we went we had just decided on the spur of the moment to head there since it is only 45 minutes away. As we stood in the queue
As windows or rather window frames go, this probably the strangest one I have seen since I started Window Wednesday. Spotted on the walk down from the car park along the river at Cliveden I wooped when I saw it and knew I had this week’s blog post sorted! There are six picture frames on the walk, this one the only blank one to allow you to frame the
Quite how we ended up in Orvieto we still aren’t sure. Mr B had suggested Ostia which I had mis remembered and said “It’s Orti something” when Jonnie asked where we should go the following day. Google produced Orvieto and once Jonnie had read the Wikipedia page for the town we were sold. It was just under a two hour drive from Camping Fabulous where we are staying with
A couple of weeks ago I stepped inside a university for the first time. I didn’t go to uni. None of my friends went to uni either. Caity and Jonnie decided not to go to uni but to walk straight into jobs after college so when Ellie goes in September 2017 it will all be new to not just her, but me. So right now we are doing
A few weeks ago I headed off to what might be the greatest place on earth. Think of it as like Disney for grown ups. And the best bit is that it is only an hour away at Laverstoke Mill: Bombay Sapphire’s Distillery Did you know that ALL the Bombay Sapphire gin made in the world is made in one factory in Hampshire? If you don’t you are not alone.
When I wrote about the gardens at Mottisfont last week I promised I would come back and share some pictures from the house. It really is one of my favourite National Trust Houses I have visited recently. Mainly because you can climb the attic staircase and see the maid’s room. I have always said if had lived in a big house “back in the olden days” it would have
Well there’s an alliteration. That window above is today’s feature on Window Wednesday, taken in Woolbeding Church last weekend. (by Mr B I must add) Tucked away in a little village in West Sussex is a hamlet called Woolbeding, just outside Midhurst. We were down that way this weekend and my parents suggested we drop in as it is the church that they worship in whenever it is open (three