Before the rain

The air is rich with the aroma of elderflower, roses and honeysuckle. Foxgloves march across banks, sheep safely graze on the sports field and a young deer skirts its dense perimeter. On the hedgerow, deep in one of Dorset’s holloways, a static serpent slithers around a tree trunk like a ship’s figurehead. Bee orchids burst…… Continue reading Before the rain

Under darkening skies

We’re still very much in lockdown although restrictions are slowly beginning to be lifted. That elusive light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t seem to get very much closer, though, does it? The summer is laid out before us but none of us knows what it looks like. It’s as if it’s been covered…… Continue reading Under darkening skies

I beg your pardon

I made the mistake of waiting for Dominic Cummings to arrive in the Number 10 rose garden yesterday afternoon. He was thirty minutes late and he gave that rapid ‘sorry I’m late’ statement people say when they’re not sorry at all. I was glued to the screen when he read page after page of convoluted…… Continue reading I beg your pardon

Welcome to limbo land

Having inadvertently published two blog posts within minutes of each other at the end of last week, I am now struggling to know what to write about. It’s now a strange period in the lockdown. We are locked down but we aren’t, if you get my drift. Guidelines have been changed and some restrictions lifted.…… Continue reading Welcome to limbo land

The return of the native

It’s beautifully clear up here on the hill. Looking through the trees from Dorset’s highest point and out beyond the Vale, I can see the sea. There is a boat on it. I wonder where it is going. There used to be a swing here in the trees, with the most glorious view. When you…… Continue reading The return of the native

The dog poo picker-upper

It’s occurred to me that during the lockdown, many of us of have turned into different people. NHS and carers are heroes and angels, keyworkers are now essential. People who still have to go to work are doing their bit and are out there. Volunteers are vital. Parents at home have become teachers to their…… Continue reading The dog poo picker-upper

You were never lovelier

I’ve lost track of the weeks, let alone the days. Is it three weeks or four? I don’t know, I’m completely befuddled. The Sound of Music Through The Square Window continues every day with more and more requests coming from villagers now that we have a massive set of speakers in my spare bedroom. I…… Continue reading You were never lovelier

A new perspective

It’s as if people have discovered the countryside around them – and nature – for the very first time. Anyone who is anyone is out and about for their daily exercise, which means many of them are going up the hill where I usually walk the dogs every day. As a result, I’ve changed my…… Continue reading A new perspective

Happy Easter in lockdown

What a way to spend Easter. While the country is stuck at home, the waves still roll gently on to the beach from an incredibly calm sea (according to the photos on social media I see from my coastal friends). Here in Dorset, the hedgerows are bursting with flowers – wood anemone, bluebells, primroses, stitchwort,…… Continue reading Happy Easter in lockdown

The view from here

I’m out with the dogs bright and early-ish this morning and Mr Grigg is in the shop. I cross the road to avoid The Charming Old Gentleman with his little Westie and greet him from a safe distance . Strange times. The village is almost devoid of traffic. Usually, at this time of day, it…… Continue reading The view from here