Just over the county border lies Badbury Copse, near Farringdon, Oxfordshire. The site-once an iron age hill Fort -is managed by the National Trust, and there grows what can only be called a carpet of bluebells.
The views from the wood are just as lovely, with the oil seed rape in full bloom.
The latest lockdown which lasted weeks and weeks and weeks , or so it seemed to me, left me feeling quite jaded with life in general, really really stale. All I have wanted to do since it lifted a tad was to go out. I don’t mean out out as in pub, cafe, restaurant, swimming pool, cinema, theatre, I just mean anywhere that’s just not actually home, my own four walls. Much as I like the said four walls, I was stale………… yawn
So time to get out and about to nearby towns.
There’s a museum up there now, not yet open.
Not yet open during the week with its cafe and craft shop….
But very pretty cherry blossom.
And Shops which were open. Just who decides DIY shops are essential but fabric shops aren’t? Thank goodness they are now open again.
Pretty fabric for an elephant.
And charity shops are open again too, which means
On the way home Mr E decided we just had to go a DIY shop, which just so happens to be next to Hobbycraft, now also open again. Oh JOY.
More on Royal Wootton Bassett can be found here, should you be interested-
Four really good books this month. Please let me know if you have read them and what you thought.
Stephen Fry -Mythos. Highly enjoyable retelling of the Greek myths. His use of language is engaging and very accessible, with a delicious touch of humour.
Robert Harris – The Second Sleep. Robert Harris is one of my favourite authors. He writes well, the books are skillfully researched and plotted. He is also hard to pigeonhole. I’d describe this as a “What If ” mystery. It begins as a fairly standard historical novel, but a couple of chapters in there is one almighty big twist, which sends you back to re-evaluate what you have just read. It’s a good read, and should you be lucky enough to find yourself on a beach this Summer, perfect holiday reading.
Andrea Levy- Small Island- Really enjoyed this book. It tells the story of the Windrush generation. The people who came from Jamaica to England in the 1940’s, their dreams and the reality of life in a run down post war country. There are five narrators. They each tell their own story of their war, and of their current life in 1948. One for my top 100 good reads. I can quite understand why this one was included in Channel 5’s 30 best British novels.
Penny Blackhurst-Before I let you in. Well what can I say? Simply one of the best psychological thrillers I have ever read. Masterly plotted. Pure mind games. Choose a time when you can spend all day reading, sit back and watch your mind tie itself in knots!
So do you know any of these books? Love to know if you have read any really good books this month.
Now where’s my book? It’s cold and wet today, perfect time to curl up on the sofa….
We are enjoying a lovely spell of warm sunny Spring weather in England. Time to explore slightly further afield, about five miles from home to the Cotswold Water Park. An area of gorgeous lakes, created after gravel extraction, with an old canal and river to wander along. Armed with a book of walks to guide me off I went.
Full of bullrushes.My route didn’t take me along the canal, that’s something to be enjoyed another day . I was directed to woodland and the river.
By this time I realised that I had a great big grin on my face, the sheer joy of being out in the sunshine on a new walk, birdsong, butterflies, flowers. If anyone saw me they wonder what on earth I was smiling at- life of course.
Of course I did manage to re arrange my face when I met people, so I didn’t look like a twit with a smirk on my face.
At least I recognised the unmistakable sounds of a woodpecker.
The walk was about two miles in length.
Lots of bridges on this walk.
Finally a lake ! Someone camping on the far Bank.
Hope you enjoyed my circular walk. Over 20 more in the book.
Lockdown in England has eased a little this week, and I find I want to do everything straightaway, yesterday in fact, and it’s the little things that seem to matter most. By sheer fluke I was offered a hair appointment Monday at 9am. It was so good just to sit in a chair with admitedly a screen between me and the next lady, and chat about the sort of things you chat about in the hairdressers, and my hair was cut too!
Next destination a nearby town with a newly opened wool shop. Oh the delight to be in a shop , with only one other permitted customer and to talk yarn and buttons. And as it was a newly opened, that morning was her first day of business, I was gifted a little thank you bag containing a tea bag and a little packet of biscuits. Back home to consume them, and sew on some toggles
I found it very hard to knit anything when I couldn’t get buttons to finish off a garment. I know you can do online shopping but I need to see the buttons to choose them. Buttons are a serious business to me. The cardigan is actually purple not blue btw.
Following day we went plant shopping, we have been able to do this for a while but the sun was shining and how better to spend a morning than with plants. Back home and time to get busy.
This morning- little supermarket trip, bought some lavender another pot for my steps, and was gifted a tiny pack of sunflower seeds at the supermarket- entitled seeds of hope, for all their customers to plant together this year.
This afternoon- a walk is on the cards. Life is getting better. Hope is with us. Tell me what little things are giving you hope this week please.
The sun has been shining, there have been warm days and cold days (even the odd flurry of snow), Easter brought family and chocolate, and the roadmap out of lockdown proceeds slowly.
and by a river.
The church was open for private prayer on Good Friday, and it’s as lovely inside as well as out. The Vicar and Churchwarden were very welcoming. So happy I finally made it inside. Sunday services resume next week.
I explored this little path from the church which took me a new to me way home.
The forlorn patch is getting better- bulbs and wall flowers I planted in the Autumn.
And lovely daffodils for Easter.
Light at the end of the tunnel.
I hope life is getting better for you too, and you have experienced joy this Easter.