A little Treat

From June 2011

With Teenage Boy holidaying in France last week and me feeling all jittery about him being away from home for a week,Mr F. decided we should have a little treat. It certainly helped me stop worrying. We had just one night away in gorgeous B&B in Lacock. Above, you can see our very own private door with polished wooden stairs that led up to our cosy bedroom, set away from the main house. We even had our own little garden to enjoy the evening sunshine. We spent the morning in Bath, where I got chance to visit some of my favourite shops and spend some money I shouldn't have. But Lacock was the real treat. In fact, I've taken so many photographs, I'll have to blog the second day of our trip in a seperate post. As there are quite a few pictures, I won't bore you with many words.

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This is the main building of our little getaway.

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And the view from one of windows in our room.

From another of our windows you could see St Cyriac's church

We were also next door to house of James and Lily Potter. In fact it's where they were murdered by the evil Lord Voldemort.



Of course any visit to Lacock is not complete without a visit to Lacock Abbey, also used in the Harry Potter films

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The Abbey gardens and grounds were very pretty too.

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How about a little tour of the village houses, shops and gardens?

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Such a pretty, peaceful village, although I was a little disappointed not to bump into Colin Firth, Greg Wise or Judi Dench...maybe next time. by the way, Teenage Boy arrived safely home yesterday, having had a brillant holiday with his friends. He brought this with him

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and this.

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Blue Sky

From March 2011

Yes, at last, blue skies here in the West Midlands.

After feeling like I've spent the last couple of weeks in darkness we awoke yesterday to the rare and welcome sight of blue sky and sunshine. There were plenty of chores for us to do in the morning and probably even more we could have done in the afternoon. But we decided that we needed to escape, even if it was only a couple of miles down the road to one of our local beauty spots.

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Look, there it is, blue sky, bright, intense, uplifting. Oh! It certainly did me good to be out and about walking in the beautiful woodland and heathlland of Kinver Edge.

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Bright blue sky again! I don't believe it.

The intense cold didn't deter us. We were wrapped up, protected against the biting wind and the sun was shining. There was just the slightest hint of warmth from the sun, but it was there, enough for us. And we were surrounded by intense colour, even in the absence of buds and flowers yet to burst into life.

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I loved the shadows cast by the trees in the late afternoon sunshine.

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And it was good to see young life in the fields, though no sign of lambs with any of the sheep yet.

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Oh yes. It was a good day to be out enjoying blue sky, sunshine and being hopeful for the Spring to come.

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This Summer

As August draws to a close I thought it was about time I revisited photographs from the summer months and actually did something with them. It's been a funny old summer hasn't it? It began with so much promise, the sunshine and heat of June only to give way to such dullness and disappointment in July and August.



Above and below is my Cornish cove. Yes , it is mine - at least it is at eight o'clock in the mornings when I share it only with the oystercatchers and ships lined up ready to dock in Falmouth.




Later on I do have to share it with others, but being a pebbly beach in a tiny, tiny village it has very little chance of ever turning into the type of seaside I avoid. We had some lovely days in Cornwall this year my favourite being my birthday when we had a walk from the tiny village of Zennor and its beautiful church to the gaspingly beautiful dramatic cliffs of Zennor Head.




Pausing on the way to Zennor Head we were able to admire the hedgrows



and some inquisitive locals




suddenly to find this spectacular scene before us.








I really could live in a house here.

Josh had a fantastic week as he left his Mom and Dad behind to camp with friends who were staying just a few miles away from us at Manaccan. That freed us to do some 'boring' stuff like visiting CK in St Ives. Well it was my birthday!

And to revisit my beautiful, peaceful Trerice. How I would love to live in a house this old! Mind you I wouldn't fancy the bills that come with it!


Mr F. is more suited to the Victorian grandeur of Lanhydrock but beautiful as it is I think I might get lost too often if I lived here.







This year was the first time we had walked along Gillan Creek with the serene St Anthony church right beside it. I can't think why we hadn't done so before as it's close to where we stay.






There was a trip to Porthleven.


To Coverack too.





I did mean to take pictures of tea rooms and cake - but the trouble was I just wanted to eat it and couldn't be bothered photographing it to share with you. Mind you everyone else in the tearooms would think I was a right old nutter wouldn't they, taking pictures of cake. Or maybe they might say "Ah! There's another blogger dear, bless!' Well, today is the last day I can put my feet up. It's back to work tomorow.