Never mind the rain, when the local hunt meet in the village all gather and life goes on.
It’s that time of year when the trees are silhouettes that let the light through the branches, the mist hovers over the fields, the sunshine tries to break through. Time to wrap up and hear the ground crackle under the walking boots.
Fun in the sun for Beaminster Big Day 2013
Beaminster Big Day is the last day of Beaminster Festival. It is held every other year, alternating with Dancing in the Square another Community event celebrating the beginning of the Festival. 2013 was a scorching day enjoyed by many.
A few months back I went to see one of the last BBC Worldwide masts being taken down on Rampisham Downs. They were used them for 70 years until digital came along and the massive metal monsters became redundant.
A little video of the last days of the Rampisham Masts.
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.
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.