Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Just Around the Corner



Just a few hundred yards along the lane from us is this 1720 watermill.




No longer a working mill, it is now a visitor attraction with wildfowl, animals and lovely tearooms.   Pay admittance just once and you are given a pass which entitles you to visit the place for 12 months.   The price is under £5 for seniors and just 50 pence more full price, less for children.  A bargain for anyone, but as we live just around the corner we can pop along any time.      




Last weekend I went along with our daughter two of our grandchildren.









The two cheeky characters are new kids on the block.



















They had us in stitches with their antics.









There are otters, cheeky, charming and lively, until  I got out my camera.     Which is when they disappeared into their tunnels and tubes.



I managed to snatch just a few quick photos.  

The mill and wildfowl gardens were sold a few years ago.   The new owners embarked on a careful scheme of improving the conditions for birds, animals, and visitors and they have done a great job so far.  

Pots of tea and freshly brewed coffee, home baked cakes, light meals and assorted snacks can be purchased and consumed in the tearooms, or out on the terrace.




Just across the lane they have a very handy area with slides and swings, where children can go and burn off some excess energy, nicely away from the quieter attractions.      

So there you have it.  

Our next door neighbours in the other direction.

I'll show you it again, later in the year, when the trees have leaves and the place is properly awake.
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Saturday, 18 March 2017

Owl Wood Animals


I never walk alone through the Owl Wood.   For a start, the hens always tag along.  These two are Susie, the white one,  and Queen Mab, the speckledy.


This is Dusty, she was leading the procession.    Dobson is always around somewhere, usually trying to find the tree most in need of a sprinkle.


Today, he was far more interested in chasing his new ball.


Whereas Miss Pinkerton and Coco were quite happy to be observers, for once.


I did some observing, too.   I spied these two through the trees - our new neigh-bours.


I hope to be seeing a lot more of them soon.  

Have a lovely weekend.

Friday, 17 March 2017

The Consequences of an Argument

Charmouth is a coastal village at the mouth of the River Char,  on the Jurassic Coast - very popular with fossil hunters - even Jane Austen, the novelist, is said to have enjoyed some holidays there.    


image found on katetattershall.com


On September 14th, 1822 Robert Best was staying at one of the old coaching inns.     He had no work that day so he spent the afternoon exploring the village.  

As always,  he had his commonplace book with him, for it was his habit to fill it with  'Anecdotes, Epigrams, Epitaphs, Acrostics and Extracts of Humourous, Moral, Historical, Biographical and Miscellaneous Nature.'     

Here you can see any example of his beautiful penmanship.


Image from www.flissandmax.blogspot.co.uk

I have his book, volume III, filled with handwritten notes and dedicated to his wife, Mary.    She was back at home in Bristol, with their three children.

I borrowed this image from www.freshford.com



Eventually he found himself in the churchyard of St Andrew's reading gravestones and noting down those which he found interesting.    I'm not sure what the church would have looked like in those days because the image above shows the church as it was rebuilt in 1836, long after Robert Best's visit.

This large, tabletop tomb was already in situ though and if you enlarge the image above you will see it near the church door.   It is the grave of James Warden who died on 28th April, 1792 he was 56 years of age.




I imagine that it was the fact that he fell in duel which got Robert's attention!

Image found on firearms history blogspot

James Warden became Charmouth's Lord of the Manor in 1788 after a distinguished career in the Royal Navy.      Unfortunately, he seems to have been quite an argumentative type of man, even going so far as to disinherit his son.

The story goes that he got into an argument with a neighbour, Mr Bond, previously a friend of his.   One thing followed another and a challenge to duel was issued.    The date and time was arranged and duelling pistols were acquired by James Warden's wife, for it seems she did nothing to try and stop the duel, some say she even encouraged it.

Warden won the right to take the first shot of the duel, but it passed through his opponent's hat.    The return shot was deadly accurate and James Warden died immediately with a bullet in his heart.

His body was taken back to Charmouth for burial and Mr Bond was said to have fled to Barbados to avoid the legal consequences.


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Here is the page from Robert's book.   It shows the four verses which were said to have been written by James Warden's widow.    

Time has erased most of the lettering from the tomb, but still they live on in Robert Best's book.

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

A Secret Tunnel, a Moat, and a Priest Hole, all at Dovecote Dell..



Dovecote Dell is a tiny village, with no more than about a dozen houses and cottages.   The history and beauty of the place always delights me, even on the dullest day.

On Monday I attended the monthly meeting for the golden oldies.   I was reluctant to enter the gloom of the village hall, especially as we were enjoying a rare day of sunshine, but I knew we had arranged for one of our number to give a talk.




Miss Read is a retired village school teacher and she kept us enthralled with tales of her childhood and what it was like to live in the local manor house in Dovecote Dell.   She is a lovely woman and, despite failing eyesight, still manages to paint, decorate cakes, and keep busy.  

She is a marvel!

Without the aid of notes she was able to talk for almost an hour and a half, keeping us all totally engaged and wanting more.




Too many tales to put into one post.

No matter what the weather, I find the old dovecote very beautiful and the history of the place keeps my mind busy.

It is Tudor period,  an early 16th century building and is a protected and listed building.

The interior has/had brick nesting boxes built in floor to ceiling.

Miss Read has only been inside it once, when she was a child.   She remembers that the interior was feet deep in pigeon droppings and the smell was not pleasant.   One look inside was all she needed, and that was probably more than 80 years ago.

The entrance is through that small aperture at ground level, which you can see in the previous photograph.   An adult would have to stoop down quite low to go through.

In the 1960's, after a particularly bad winter, a large chunk of the dovecote collapsed and had to be rebuilt.   If you enlarge some of the photographs, you can probably see where the rebuilding was done.   Interestingly, Miss Read says that the nesting boxes were not rebuilt.   I'm not going to go inside to check, but I believe that only two thirds of the original ones survived.

It looks particularly beautiful when it wears a covering of snow.




This photograph was taken a few years ago, we haven't had any real amounts of snow since then.    The very top of the church bell tower can be seen to the left, hiding among the trees.

Up until relatively recent times there were five farms in the village, but these days there is just one working farm.

As a consequence, the number of households has also diminished as small cottages have been knocked through and larger homes created.

The houses and cottages did not have mains water until the 1950/60's.   They had to go to the local spring - down past the dovecote and to the left, near that tiny gate which is protruding at the side of the dovecote.  

The manor house had a pump, so they were alright, even if that pump took an awful lot of effort to operate.

The manor house was demolished in the 1960's or thereabouts, which is a shame.      The site is moated, the core of the house was ancient and had a priest hole hidden within.   It was also reputed to have a secret tunnel leading to a monastery some 3 miles away... unfortunately this has also been demolished.








Saturday, 11 March 2017

Looking for a Knitter who is up for a Challenge


This rather plain book is one of my special treasures.    The blue slipcover was made by someone in the past,  I guess they also realised what an interesting book this one is.

It is full, cover to cover, but not just with recipes.     About half of the book is dedicated to knitting patterns, written out in longhand and without the modern abbreviations.    Practically double Dutch to me.    Pot holders were about the limit of my abilities, which is a shame because my mother was an extremely good knitter.



I wondered whether there could be a knitter out there, someone who would enjoy the challenge of trying out one of the patterns and seeing how it knits.    Just out of historical interest and for fun, no pressure.

Patterns include:

Baby's Night Cap
Ladies Under Cap
Opera Cap
Knitted Cuffs
Open Knit Cuffs
Siberian Cuffs
Baby's Bonnet
Gothic Pattern for ? quilt
Border for Shetland Shawl
Leaf Pattern
Frill for Neck
Gentleman's Mittens for under Gloves...

and so on.

I have no idea whether they would work, but they do sound interesting.

So, if anyone who knows a knitter/knitting blogger who may be interested in trying one of them out could you message me here?

Many thanks.



Friday, 10 March 2017

Featured in a Magazine!




How amazing is that!

Parsonage Cottage Kitchen, my other blog, has been featured in the latest issue of Blogosphere Magazine.



I am really excited, can you tell?

I have this lovely food blogger to thank, Dominic of Belleau Kitchen



Dominic is Food Editor for Blogosphere and mine is one of five blogs which he very kindly featured.

Thank you,  Dom!
Thank you, Alice, Albertine and all at  Blogosphere Magazine!

Thrilled to bits that my old cookery books


 are enjoying their day in the spotlight.

The wonderful women who wrote them could never in their wildest dreams have guessed that they would be 'famous' in this way.      I only wish I knew their names.
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