Sunday stroll...

My plans changed unexpectedly today and so I took Pippin for a long walk along one of my favourite local footpaths.

I forgot to take my camera and so used my phone along the way to record it in photos.  Sometimes I get a bit nervous of walking through the footpaths on my own but thought there were bound to be other people out and about on a Sunday.  I was wrong... I didn't see a single person the whole way.


I love walking along this particular footpath and I really ought to try and do it more often.  I also need to change the setting on the phone not to change the 'film' by shaking the phone!  It was obviously uneven ground because when I got home and looked at my pictures, nearly all of them were taken on a different setting!

It doesn't have quite the same effect in black and white as it did in real life with the sun coming through the gaps in the hedgerow.

The sky was heavy with clouds and the wind was strong and head-clearing.  I'm so glad I made the effort.  It beats pounding the pavements and being tugged along by Pip on his lead.

As it turns out, my unexpected day at home was just what I needed.  Funny how that happens some times.

Away day...

Sometimes it's good to get away, even if it's just for a day.
With the promise of fine weather and the sound of the sea, the decision was an easy one to make.





Sitting on the beach, taking in the atmosphere, is the best of ways to spend a Saturday.













And what better to finish it off is there, other than fish and chips?





Yum!

Make a wish…

Close your eyes… blow the dandelion clock and make a wish…

 

 

…I wish I could sit amongst the buttercups more often…

 

 

 

 

A different way of life...

I could get used to waking up to this view.  The soft misty light clinging to the hills in the distance.

I spent the weekend in another fabulous Under the Thatch property, this time, the Black Mountain Yurt.  I don't have enough adjectives to describe how much I loved it!  Hopefully, the pictures will speak for themselves.

It was tucked away in the top corner of a field, the perfect spot for some peace and seclusion.  The shepherds wagon on the right of the photo housed a mini kitchen and shower and toilet, so there were a few basic essentials. 

The yurt itself was authentic and traditionally constructed.  The wooden lattice which formed the walls were joined using leather thong that was knotted either side.  Thick felt then covered the walls and roof.  Traditionally, this would be made from the wool of the sheep that accompanied the nomadic people.

I loved the attention to detail everywhere. 

The roof structure was simple but precise.

All the ropes that held it together were made of horse hair.

Inside, there was a wood-burning stove.  I lit it on Saturday afternoon, but it soon warmed the yurt up to the extent that the door had to be flung open!

The bed looked like it had been made just for me!

The most vibrant patchwork quilt that had some wonderful vintage fabrics in it.

It was bliss sitting out in the late afternoon, having made a fire in the brazier, just taking in the view...





...smiling at our neighbours grazing contentedly...

...such a pretty foal, almost as big as the ponies in the next field.

While I was cooking dinner in the wagon, I glanced out the door only to be delighted to see two young fawns gambolling around in the same field.  They spooked a little when they spotted me, but soon forgot and carried on chasing each other around! 

Time spent like this is so important to me now.  I have developed an overwhelming wanderlust and the need to get out of town as much as I can.  To be able to sit back and feel content in the landscape.  This part of the world is like a magnet to me.

The forecast is good...

...so you'll find me here:

No surprises there then!

Is it flying ant day where you are?  It is here, they keep landing on me and they are crawling all over the deck... yuk!