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Singing The Night Away Near Hinkley Point

Beautiful Britain, Rocking Dog

Beautiful Britain

The weekend was spent singing the night away near Hinkley Point in Somerset. Friends of ours invited Andyman and I to join them on a camping jolly. So Friday night we took to the road on the run to the sun!

We camped on a wonderful site not a million miles away from Hinkley Point. Run by a lovely young family Moorhouse Farm & Campsite is situated at the foot of the picturesque Quantock Hills. A working arable farm, we were met by a menagerie of hens, ducks and other colourful feathered fowl. There were also a lovely collection of old ploughs, threshing machines and tractors. The charm continued with wooden mushrooms, a characterful BBQ den, fire pits, handsome trees and hedges. Barns on the farm provide the space to make
“Mad Apple Cider”.

Our friends arrived with their new “baby” – a T@b. Larger and more practical than our Pod, it is still head-turningly cute! I really envied the fact that our friends could put on their jeans standing up. We need to shimmy into ours lying on our backs!

In the evening we walked to a local pub for a meal. We were all somewhat bemused when the landlord asked us to order any desserts super quickly as the chef wanted to go home. It was 9pm …. only in England!!

On Saturday we headed off to Kilve beach with the dogs. The day was perfect, warm, with stunningly blue skies and magical scenery. We were walking in the footsteps of Wordsworth and Coleridge. I loved the brick retort with its shrubby “smoke” which was built in the 1920’s. It was discovered that oil could be extracted from shale. This has more than a whiff of fracking about it! In time the scheme was abandoned before the whole area was laid to waste. I wonder how the locals feel about the decision to go ahead with the new Hinkley C power station.

The walk took us from stunning coastline, through freshly ploughed fields and onto paths lined with brambles, sloes and cobnuts. There were also pretty settlements. Cream windowed cottages with rustic porches, allotment style gardens, duck ponds and picket gate fences. Idilic.

In East Quantoxhead we chanced upon morning teas and a village produce sale at the village hall. It felt as if we had stepped back in time. Tea and coffees were served in vintage cups and saucers, not because it was trendy, but that’s because the way it’s always been done. Coffee drunk and bacon floury bap eaten, we picked up some chicken skewers and headed back on the steep climb to the campsite. The September sun was delicious and meant that a spot of deckchair sunbathing proved irresistible!

Kebabs cooked on a disposable barbecue and served with rice and salad we enjoyed some rather generous glasses of Italian wine, local beers and Prosecco. Us girls embarked on an impromptu red wine fuelled sing song. We chose to select groups/singers alphabetically and to sing an iconic song.So there were The Osmond’s Crazy Horses, Whitney Houston Run To You, etc… The boys were very exasperated… but there really is NOTHING like a good sing.

I suspect this  just may be the last camping foray of the year. I so love spending time with friends, the landscape and the elements.

 

 

Farm Transport, Rocking Dog

Farm Transport

Agricultural Metal, Rocking Dog

Agricultural Metal

Hen House, Rocking Dog

Hen House

Our Baby, Rocking Dog

Our Baby

Their Baby, Rocking Dog

Their Baby

Massive Mushrooms, Rocking Dog

Massive Mushrooms

BBQ Den, Rocking Dog

BBQ Den

Alternative Energy, Rocking Dog

Alternative Energy

That View Again, Rocking Dog

That View Again

Floral Spring Gifts

Garden Mix Milk Bottles

Garden Mix Milk Bottles

Rocking Dog presents a little collection of floral gift ideas. These charming arrangements can all be done very inexpensively, especially if you can raid your garden for little sprigs of this and that!

The photo above consists of a tiny wooden crate, lined with fuchsia tissue paper and containing three mini milk bottles (£1 each from Ikea). I printed out a verse from Gerald Manley Hopkins’s “Spring” on translucent parchment and attached it with a jolly gingham ribbon. The flowers were from my garden (Japonica, Daffs’ and Hellebore)

I love to hoard jars with pretty labels for vases or pencil pots. These Tiptree mustard jars are simply lovely to my eyes! Camelia, Soldiers and Sailors (Pulmonaria), Spurge and Tete de Tete make a sweet little arrangement.

At the moment you can pick up some lovely Daffodil bunches for a £1. Tied with ribbon, and a verse from William Wordsworth’s poem “I Wander’d Lonely As A Cloud” they would be so enjoyed by a lucky recipient.

The Vintage Violets consist of little violet plants and “Mind Your Own Business” set into a pretty vintage cup.

Tete de Tete have been picked put into a small glass jar and then placed in a handmade paper bag (this one was kindly bought back by a friend from Delhi)

These have got to be much more charming than a bunch of flowers purchased on a petrol station forecourt.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend, happy floral foraging!

I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth. I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

Message On A Bottle, Rocking Dog

Message On A Bottle

Mustard Pot Posy, Rocking Dog

Mustard Pot Posy

Poem Tied Bunch, Rocking Dog

Poem Tied Bunch

Vintage Violets, Rocking Dog

Vintage Violets

Tete de Tete Gift Bag, Rocking Dog

Tete de Tete Gift Bag

Beside The Lake...., Rocking Dog

Beside The Lake….