I promised you boats … but …

09/08/2017 § 2 Comments

I didn’t think we’d need an ark!

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I can’t believe it’s almost 2 months’ since I treated myself to a jaunt to North Devon – and my beloved Lynmouth.  A few treasures came home with me including the little weather house and clock.  They remind me of my childhood and so many happy times spent in this picturesque village by the sea.

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My grandfather used to come on holiday with us when we lived in Cardiff and he always bought me little presents like the weather house. The little lady was out in her garden all the time when I was away, and right up till the beginning of the school holidays.  The little man has been out ever since!

I haven’t wound the clock since I bought it – and it ticked for 3 days – all the way home in the boot of the car.  It was like driving a time-bomb!!  Oh, I do love a bit of nostalgia and now that they’re hanging on the wall in my studio, I feel as though I’m about 8 years old – every day.

Wall-to-wall sunshine and a heatwave lasted throughout my mini holiday.  So here are some blue skies to remind us all that it is still summer …

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View from my room at The Bath Hotel – what a treat to wake up to this every morning

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Glen Lyn boats in their blue livery

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Beloved Lynmouth

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Lorna Doone Farm, Malmsmead – where I first sat on a horse, when I was about 18 months old

o-4Oare Church where, in RD Blackmore’s famous romantic novel, Lorna Doone was shot on her wedding day.

I encountered a small herd of Exmoor ponies during an evening drive around the moor.  Mares and foals enjoying the warmth of the summer sun on their backs on the longest day of the year.

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Then a brief visit to the National Trust village of Selworthy as I wound my way home.

The waves of nostalgia that I encountered on that trip rather took me by surprise.  As a family, we share a history with Lynmouth.  My mother stayed in the village as a child, with her parents.  When they were ‘courting’ Mum & Dad used to catch the steamer from Wales and cross the channel for day excursions then when they married, holidayed there regularly with their friends and my uncle.  When I was born, we visited every year until I was almost a teenager.  I took my husband to Lynmouth, before we were married and then again when our children were young.  More recently, we visited in our motorhome.
This was my first ever trip on my own and the memories swept me – almost off my feet. But not in a bad way – Lynmouth will always be dear to me and I felt peaceful and happy as I wandered around the village and caught the familiar cliff railway up to Lynton.  I always thought that I’d live there, but increasingly over recent years, I feel rooted in Winchester and my home is here. Coming home was good – though the weather took a turn and hasn’t turned back – yet!

Tomorrow promises sunshine – let’s keep everything crossed, shall we?  I have a quilt to finish and I rather fancy sitting out in the sunshine and doing some gentle stitching.

Enjoy the summer – and your holidays

Adaliza

 

 

 

 

Postcards from Lynmouth …

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!  

Lorna Doone Farm at Malmsmead, where I first sat on a pony aged 18 months!

Lorna Doone Farm at Malmsmead, where I first sat on a pony aged 18 months!

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.

It was getting dark by the time I had my first walk down to the harbour

It was getting dark by the time I had my first wander down to the harbour

Dad has a photo of me standing next to the old bollard when it was taller than me!

Dad has a photo of me standing next to the old bollard on the quay, when I was                                  no taller than the top of it!

Tide's up and boat trips beckon

Tide’s up and boat trips on October Morning and Balaena beckon

West Lyn river at Glen Lyn Gorge

West Lyn river at Glen Lyn Gorge after heavy rain the previous day

amazing Exmoor

amazing Exmoor

simply stunning

simply stunning wooded valleys

wild goats scramble up the steepest rocks at the Valley of the Rocks

wild goats at the Valley of the Rocks

ponies and wild goats at the Valley of the Rocks

Exmoor ponies dozing as the groundsman exercises his labrador whilst cutting the cricket pitch

Oare Church where legend has it that Lorna Doone was shot as she took her wedding vows

Oare Church where legend has it that Lorna Doone was shot as she took her wedding vows

everything a country Church should be

everything a country Church should be

Barnstable Pannier Market had strung out the bunting, ready for our mooch around!

Barnstable Pannier Market had strung out the bunting, ready for our mooch around!

Robbers Bridge

Robbers Bridge where the highwaymen held up the coaches as they passed carefully over the narrow stone bridge

torrents of rainwater cutting down through the woods

usually just a trickle of a stream, but after the rain it was a torrent

tumbling through the rocks and ferns

tumbling down through the rocks and ferns

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growing out from the river bank, a pretty little beech

View from our room at Shelleys Hotel

View from our room at Shelleys Hotel

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!

Very Happy Me

Very Happy Me

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?  

Adaliza x

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