The Blue Ball Inn: a great find in East Devon

We struck lucky last week, very lucky indeed when we booked to stay at the Blue Ball Inn at Sidford. It's a great place, characteristic of Devon style and charm. From the outside you wouldn't know it wasn't the original building, but it isn't as that was destroyed by fire in 2006 and was rebuilt the following year.

It was ideally placed too. On the day we arrived we set off to explore Bicton Park Botanical Gardens, the seaside town of Budleigh Salterton and the National Trust's delightful A la Ronde. The following day we visited Sidmouth, Otterton, Lympstone, Exmouth and Topsham before heading off towards Newton Abbot.

I found the Blue Ball Inn on the internet and what a find it was. In real life it was pretty easy to find too, as we drove past it on our way to Bicton Park Gardens - I love it when you don't have to hunt for where you're staying!

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I was impressed with our room, it was a good size with a large freestanding wardrobe that would be very handy if you were staying a while.  The furniture was a mix of "brown" furniture - the sort that's often looked down on, but it worked well against the bright neutral walls and didn't give the room a dated feel.

The bed with its crisp, white linen looked very inviting for a quick forty winks. And after a long day - we left London at 5am and was in Lyme Regis for breakfast at 9am - it would have been rude not to!

Near our room was a residents lounge which looked comfortable and if we hadn't have been so tired we'd have used. It was decorated in neutrals with splashes of red which gave it a traditional, yet modern feel and in one corner of the room was a fireplace with plenty of logs stacked inside it.

There were a couple of nice touches, apart from the furnishings and both were to do with the ubiquitous tea and coffee making facilities. Rather than the "plastic" UHT milk in little containers that spurt anywhere (and everywhere) but the cup when you open them. You can tell I've had trouble can't you? There was a fridge in the residents lounge with a jug of proper milk in.

On the tea tray in our room there was a small jug to make transporting the milk easier and a tea towel. That tea towel was the other nice touch I mentioned. Although there may not be much call to use it on an overnight stay, I thought it was a potentially useful addition.

Downstairs in the pub there was a homely feel and lots of quirky pieces - like the Whiskey barrel below - providing interest. There were plenty of places to sit too whether you wanted food or just a drink.

And the food - wow.

We didn't get past the specials board which was jam-packed with locally sourced dishes and tasted superb. It was reasonably priced too.

And if you're wondering, breakfast the next day was equally as good and apart from an ice cream in the afternoon we didn't need any lunch!

So if you're ever in or close to East Devon and are looking for somewhere to stay - or to eat, then pop along to the Blue Ball Inn, you won't be disappointed. 

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Pleached lime walkways at Houghton Hall

When we visited Houghton Hall in Norfolk I was intrigued by the Pleached Limes marked in various parts of the garden. At the time I didn't know what pleached was and while I guessed it related to how the trees were planted and allowed to grow as we walked from the Stable cafe towards the house I knew it was something I'd need to look up later.

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And I did.

I've since learnt that pleaching (or plashing) is a technique of interweaving living and dead branches through a hedge. Trees are planted in lines and the branches are woven together; this strengthens them and fills any weak spots until the growth thickens. Sometimes the branches that touch grow together too forming a natural graft.

It was a common technique in gardens from the late medieval times to the early eighteenth century and was used to create shaded paths or a living fence. At Houghton Hall they seriously embraced this and there are many shaded paths with pleached limes.

Later the technique lost favour and was used in kitchen gardens and the word dropped out of use, but Sir Walter Scott reintroduced it in 1822. Then in the nineteenth century English landowners were once again planting avenues, often shading the sweeping curves of a drive. At Houghton Hall there's a block of pleached limes between the stable block and the main house, and stretching out on either side of the main house towards the haha and the slate lake.

PLEACHED LIMES ALONG THE HAHA

PLEACHED LIMES ALONG THE HAHA

The photos above and below show the limes between the stables and the house. As we reached the top of the steps I couldn't help but stop and admire these lights. Not your usual garden lights are they?

A FANTASTIC GARDEN LIGHT

A FANTASTIC GARDEN LIGHT

The next few pictures show the shaded walkways made by the pleached limes. There's one on each side of the house and I think they'd provide a space for a calming walk. How could you be anything else but calm walking through these?

So a second post on our visit from Houghton Hall and there's not one picture yet of the walled garden. I'll save those for another day!

LOOKING BACK TO THE HOUSE

LOOKING BACK TO THE HOUSE

THE SLATE LAKE

THE SLATE LAKE

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Schwansee and quite a swansong!

We arrived at Schwansee - or Swan Lake - after a 45km+ cycle from Oberammergau and while rain was threatening it was somewhere we didn't want to miss. It seems though that I didn't take quite as many photos as I thought, and I think that's probably a good thing, I think you'll agree as you read on.

It's a quiet and very green area in sight of the Hohenschwangau and Neuschwanstein castles which we visited on our first day. Now that seemed so long ago now. It was definitely a few hundred km ago. It was a lovely green and verdant place and in all honesty I just wanted to find a bench and sit down.

It's quite a large lake - at 650 metres by 270 metres, and as I just wanted to find a bench we didn't walk around it. We weren't sure if we could cycle around it, it looked too peaceful and serene so we erred on the side of caution and looked for that bench instead.

Well. We found a row of three benches. There was an older German man sitting on the middle one, so we took the one to his right, and sat back to enjoy the view and revel at the joy of sitting on a bench, rather than a saddle. Like you do if you've cycled a fair way. We weren't quite ready for what happened next.

The German man was joined by two German ladies, who'd been for a swim in the lake. Seems fair enough and you know what you want to do once you've got out of the lake - yeap, get changed - well they did too.  There was quite a bit of talking through the side of my mouth to MOH with things like "don't look now, I think she's going to take her swimming costume off" and " yeap, definitely don't look. She has" and "Oops. And so has the other lady"  

It's times like this that having great peripheral vision isn't such a good thing.  But thankfully they were dressed now and the English could relax.

Or could we?

No it seems not. It was now the German man's time for a swim, so he stripped down to his swimmers and headed for the lake and got in. No problems there. Although there was more to come. Despite getting into the lake in his swimmers (or his pants, I wasn't looking that closely) he then decided that wasn't such a great idea. So he got out again and returned his clothing to his lady friends.

And cue a sharp exit from me and MOH!

So our visit to Schwansee was quite eventful and we saw much, much more than we ever expected to!  Quite a memorable visit, I'm sure you'll agree!!

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