Month: January 2013

January 2013, a winter to remember?

Went down to Beaminster this morning, few people around but all said “hello” in a cheery way.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” they said.

“I remember the winter of 1963” said an old boy. Does make me wonder, come Monday will we feel the same?

It was easy enough to get down, carefully. Driving back up however, was a different story.

So the car got left at the bottom of the hill, and the shopping was carried up.

Well it is beautiful and lots of fun was had by many today. I just went around with the camera…

and loved every minute of it!

Hope you’re all enjoying your winter walks.

Some mornings are just more gorgeous than others.

‘Shepherd’s warning’ said my son.
‘Woaw…’ said my otherwise speechless husband.

Had to catch that sky before the sun came out.

How weird will it be when we drive to Maiden Newton and there are no masts to tell us we’re nearly there?

One by one the Rampisham masts are being taken down.

And to the ground they fall and crumble.

A tiny pile of metal where once stood a giant.

Tall and proud they broadcasted British ways around the world.

No longer needed, down they must come,

and to pieces they must be torn,

as a scavenger would a carcass.

They stuck out like a sore thumb in the West Dorset heavenly countryside,
Equally were a stunning otherwordly man made addition come rain or shine.

For miles around, West Dorset views will never be the same.

Rampisham masts, I will miss you.