27/05/2014 § 4 Comments
Lynmouth, in North Devon has always been close to my heart. We holidayed there every year when I was a child, from the age of just 9 months old, until I was almost a teenager. I even remember my first trip, in the back seat of our old A30 with my cot on board too! Those were the days before any bridges over the River Severn – we crossed the river on a chain ferry!
I’m brimming with so many happy memories of umpteen holidays there, first with Mum and Dad and my Grandfather too, then later with my friends after I had learned to drive. My best friend Beti and I used to go out riding from the stables at Malmsmead and I’ll never forget the black cob Tarquin carting me back up the river valley scattering tourists as he bolted home! I couldn’t wait to bring my new husband here 30 years ago. We visited when I was expecting our third child, and again the following year when baby Jack was carted around the village in a shopping basket as there was no room to pack the pushchair!
We have visited many times since as I adore this quaint seaside village in a part of Exmoor that is often called Little Switzerland. Last weekend, on a whim, I had an urgent need to return so we took a jolly jaunt to soak up all the charm of the place.
We stayed at the delightful Shelleys Hotel, just by the bridge where the West Lyn meets the East Lyn river. The river course changed the landscape dramatically in 1952 in the devastating floods. Shelleys Hotel survived – as did my uncle and aunt who were staying further up the valley at Watersmeet when the flood hit. The welcome at Shelleys is warm and friendly and we had a charming room overlooking Lynmouth village and the harbour. We’ve stayed in this small luxury hotel before and it’s definitely worth a visit – Richard and Jane are brilliant hosts – breakfasts in the conservatory are amazing! We dined out each evening at Le Bistro, just across the road from the hotel where the food was awesome – absolutely perfect. I recommend the scallops and pan roasted hake fillet!
Home again, and I delivered part of a quilt commission this morning, to a lovely lady who has asked me to make four memory quilts to mark her twins’ 18th birthday. Two quilts had been completed before our jaunt so they formed the first part of the order. This evening I’ll be starting on Catherine’s king-size quilt! It’s lovely to be back home and I’ve a little collection of sea glass hidden away in my coat pocket that I must find a home for – to remind me of our weekend away.
What did you get up to over the Bank Holiday?
30/08/2012 § 1 Comment
not quite gone!
Happy memories of a wonderful season here in Hampshire, my home in Wales, Devon, Wiltshire and Gloucestershire …
Last night on the weather forecast (which is really good for the weekend – yippee), the presenter said that for statistical purposes, summer ends tomorrow – 31 August. But Mother Nature signals the passing of a season in so many more subtle ways than merely by a date. The signs have been creeping up for a week or so. From a few degrees of heat-loss throughout the day, dewy mornings, ripening fruit on the trees and bushes and our own special season indicator – our white birch tree. This magnificent specimen which graces our lawn, and from which over the years, swings have swung, teenagers have huddled and ducks have nested (well one duck anyway), has developed a decidedly golden tinge – if I was painting in watercolours, there would be significantly more gold than green in the mix!
Tomorrow evening we’ll wave goodbye to summer and all that she has shared with us. It’s been wonderful and I’ve loved every minute. Autumn is my very favourite season of the year though I never quite know why. The colours, I think are closest to my heart – auburn leaves, russet fruit and golden browns with a misty cloak drawn over magical mornings, sparkling cobwebs and the need to wear wools again, after weeks of cottons and linens. Yes, I love the autumn.
I finished an amazing shawl/scarf for myself last week and will show you very soon. I’m working on another one in the evenings as I simply love, love, love working with lace-weight yarn at the moment. I haven’t yet photographed all the quilts I made over the summer, but I’ll have to get on with it as it’s the first fair of the Autumn in Winchester on Sunday. The Vintage & Retro market will be in full swing so if you’re passing by, then stop and say hello. I hope others will be looking forward to snuggling up and decide to treat themselves to a quilt!
Bye bye summertime, hello Autumn!