Evening walks around the hills of West Dorset open windows onto valleys and further hills, bluebells swaying gently in the wind, catching the last light of the setting sun… Advertisements
Never mind the rain, when the local hunt meet in the village all gather and life goes on.
Hurrah! Fibre broadband has landed in my village. Is this the end of slow Skyping yokels? Or is there a catch?
I have joined a couple of writers, Maddie Grigg and Sophia Moseley and together we are The Lady Shed, a weekly blog where we discuss current affairs, local matters, and … Continue reading Rampisham Down, and Lady Shed
Yellow fields in the sun, dark trees in the shade, purple bells playing hide and seek with the light…
What a glorious time of year when mother nature lets the sun shine in.