A weekend away with one eye on the news

Last Thursday we headed down to the South West to visit family. The journey is often full of traffic on a Friday with many people leaving London for the weekend, and no matter what time of day it is we often get caught in queues we’d rather not sit in, so our new-ish tactic is to travel down the day before, stopping somewhere along the way. A long time favourite stop is Lyme Regis, and that was our plan for the Thursday afternoon all being well with the traffic.

This time the traffic cooperated, the weather less so. At times it was almost impossible to see through the short, but heavy downpours and the majority of the cars around us slowed significantly to cope with the conditions. Not all, but most and we arrived shortly after lunchtime despite the Sat Nav’s best efforts to have us stranded after being unable to reroute around a closed road. The diversion didn’t look that helpful either, the arrow pointed back the way we’d come and after that we weren’t sure, so we headed towards Bridport and then along the coast instead.

It was a grey day in Lyme, and our plans were to get lunch and have a bit of a wander. The cafe we chose for lunch offered some alternative pasty fillings - chicken and chorizo for me, and minted lamb for MOH, both tasty and on the spicier side. People arriving in the cafe started to arrive in varying degrees of wet weather gear, and more noticeably wet wet weather gear. So instead of heading for a wander around the Cobb, which while wonderful is more exposed than we wanted to be, we tried something new and followed the River Lim Path to Uplyme.

Coloured cottages in Lyme Regis
A green mossy garage roof with small ferns growing and bamboo alongside

The path starts in the town where you walk past colourful cottages and then heads inland following the River Lim past old mills and through a wooded valley. It’s about 1.5 miles in total and is really well signposted. The advantage for us, and others on the trail, was that not only was it beautiful but the woodlands provided some shelter from the rain. There is a pub at Uplyme and a bus route which you can take to Lyme Regis, but after a brief pause we headed back on foot. As we reached the town again the rain got heavier, and so our first thoughts were to get to the car and into the dry. We’d seen on the news at lunchtime the announcement that the Royal Family were heading to Balmoral and quickly caught up on the most recent news before heading off to Chard and our B&B for the night.

Walking along the River Lim path

Chard is less than thirty minutes from Lyme Regis, and I’ve since discovered is the southernmost town in Somerset, and one of the highest towns. It’s other unusual feature is a stream running along either side of Fore Street, and given the downpour that we got caught in while looking for somewhere to eat that evening it also had one down the paths too. We arrived in our chosen Indian restaurant much damper than we’d been all day despite it being a relatively short walk from where we were staying, and where we were when we heard the sadly anticipated announcement of the Queen’s death by Buckingham Palace.

I’d chosen to stay in Chard due to its proximity to Forde Abbey, a house and garden we’d not visited before. The house is home to the Mortlake tapestries, and has hosted Cistercian monks, was implicated in the Monmouth Rebellion and more recently was the backdrop to the Hollywood adaption of Thomas Hardy’s 'Far From the Madding Crowd’ which I’ve not seen.

The gardens started with the walled garden which framed the house beautifully. As you’ll see, unlike in Sandwich (where we didn’t manage to eat a sandwich), this time we were able to find chard growing in Chard, as well as some giant pumpkins!

Forde Abbey partially obscured by pink flowering plants in its garden in the foreground
Rows of chard growing in the vegetable garden in Chard

CHARD IN CHARD

Huge pumpkins growing in the pumpkin patch
A spiral of wild flowers among the grass

The wildflower ‘swirl’ (above) was a really nice addition to the more formal and traditional aspects of the garden. There was also a Bog garden with gunnera leaves easily 5ft tall, and the Centenary Fountain which celebrates 100 years of the Roper family at the property, reaching 160ft into the air. We caught the first display of the day, and had been warned to check the wind direction so managed (by luck) to be on the right side of the lake. Unlike the two people in the swing seat on the right in the picture below. They got a little wet, shrieked quite a bit and learnt that an umbrella over their legs didn’t provide much respite.

The fountains in full flow reaching high above the pond

It was a great place to visit, and thankfully we were lucky with the weather (and fountains) so arrived in Devon relatively dry.

On Saturday we headed out again, heading over to Anstey’s Cove and the Bishop’s Walk in Torquay following the walk along the coastal path, where I snapped these views, before retracing our steps and heading down into the Cove for lunch. These are the views you expect of Devon, and it didn’t disappoint. In fact it did so much more, and you wouldn’t have thought that two days could be more different, but we were very grateful.

Views through the branches across the bay to the headland opposite
Looking out to sea - which is a stunning blue - through a break in the bushes on the coastal path

On Sunday, we were due to go to a car show but that was cancelled out of respect to Queen Elizabeth. So instead we drove over to Tiverton and spent some time exploring Knightshayes with it’s post-war garden, 19th century parkland and Gothic Revival house. The thing that struck both MOH & I was how green and lush the countryside looked, and how different to the parched landscape we’d become accustomed to in our part of South London.

Looking over the lawns, path and steps of the formal gardens at Knightshayes
A Yew topiary arch with a dog topiary on the left hand side

It had plenty of our favourites - topiary for me, and cannas for MOH. As well as another walled kitchen garden. We’d stopped at this National Trust property once before, it was back in September 2014 so I’m not surprised MOH didn’t remember, and we didn’t go in the house that time either. Looking back at those photos some things have understandably changed, and there’s scope for me to do a ‘then and now’ post as well as a look inside the house looking at the ceilings and decor in more detail. But what ceilings, for many years they remained covered with a false ceiling concealing their beauty - imagine discovering those!

Reddy greeny brown cannas in the foreground with the red brick of the Knightshayes house behind
Looking up at fantastically ornate ceilings decorated in panels with gold flowers and green and dotted swirling shapes
Several red hot pokers in the foreground in the Walled Kitchen garden
Pink and fading hydrangeas at Knightshayes NT

We ended our weekend by breaking our return journey with a stop in Marlborough, another favourite spot of ours with its long high street full of shops and with parking right down the centre. We used to say we had a regular cafe in Marlborough as it was one of our often stops on the way to Devon, but that sadly closed a few years ago. There are plenty of others to choose from though so we haven’t stopped visiting.

This time we noticed a new farm shop and cafe had opened just along from where we parked. And so we stopped here for lunch - a giant veggie sausage roll and the biggest slice of coffee and walnut cake. I’ve a feeling that the Eversfield Farm Shop could become our new favourite there, and it’s a fantastic looking period building too.

A georgian staircase (wooden treads and handrail, white painted spindles) in the cafe at Marlborough
In the farmshop with a display of fruit in crates on the left, a large barrel table displaying groceries and on the right next to the door a red old fashioned (large) weighing machine

We left there full, and with some supplies from the farm shop too. Then we headed over the road to pick up some slightly more ordinary every day groceries before another couple of hours in the car home. Travelling there on a Thursday, and then back again on a Monday definitely improved our journey traffic-wise, and meant we had more time to explore a wonderful part of the country.

I’m also planning to make my own version of veggie sausage rolls, I just need to source some puff pastry!

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Where do you find peace?

That was the question that faced us as we started a walk around the lake at Stourhead when we visited at the end of last October, and it definitely made us stop and think. I mean look at that view, I think that alone was influencing our answer! But it’s true, isn’t it, in nature often brings peace - my usual answer would most likely have been Greenwich Park, had I not been standing in this exact spot.

A sign shaped as an oak leaf with the words 'where do you find peace?' in front of the Lake at Stourhead

WHERE DO YOU FIND PEACE?

I’m very much a take in your surroundings kind of walker, with occasional pauses to take it all in. This can frustrate MOH who likes to walk to get there, at a much quicker pace than I. But at times I can get him to stop and take stock of the views, and just as well as otherwise I might have missed the urn hidden amongst the greenery.

Looking down through bushes to the lake with an urn-like sculpture on the water's edge partially obscured

With paths leading invitingly off the main route, we left this one for another visit on another day.

A brick path, stepped leading to who knows where, the lake in the distance
a closeup of a red acer bush

Our visit was full of autumn colours, and spotting further excerpts along the way was a genius touch.

A quote stamped into an iron plaque mounted on a wooden board (which looks like a floorboard)

AND ROUND ABOUT SOFT MEADOWS OF
VIOLETS AND PARSLEY WERE BLOOMING.
THERE EVEN AN IMMORTAL, WHO CHANCED
TO COME, MIGHT GAZE AND MARVEL,
AND DELIGHT HIS SOUL…
ODYSSEY, HOMER

yellow, golden autumnal fern leaves in the foreground

It introduced me to poems I’d not read before, though I’m sure many have and they are well known and much loved.

a quote etched on glass in a wooden frame/stand in front of the lake

NOT DISTANT FAR FROM THENCE A MURMURING SOUND
OF WATERS ISSU’D FROM A CAVE AND SPREAD
INTO A LIQUID PLAN, THEN STOOD UNMOV’D
PURE AS TH’ EXPANSE OF HEAV’N, I THITHER WENT
WITH UNEXPERIENC’T THOUGHT, AND LAID ME DOWNE
ON THE GREEN BANK, TO LOOK INTO THE CLEER SMOOTH LAKE,
THAT TO ME SEEMD ANOTHER SKIE.
PARADISE LOST, JOHN MILTON

tall trees against a blue sky

As you can see from the photos, we were really lucky with the weather and it was a real treat to capture the sunlight on the trees and enjoy the blue skies.

a usual view of stourhead with the arched bridge over the lake autumnal colours with the sun shining
a quote punched into an iron plaque mounted on a wooden post

NOTHING IN ENGLAND COULD COMPARE
WITH STOURHEAD… WE WERE IN SUCH
ECSTASY WE HAD THE UTMOST
DIFFICULTY IN TEARING OURSELVES AWAY
FROM THIS CHARMING SPOT…
BARON VAN SPAEN VAN BILJOEN, 1791

Looking back towards the lake and the arched bridge in the centre of the picture with trees around the lake

We made it round the lake, with plenty of stops for photos and to take in the views and much more - at some point I’ll share more from our short stop off at Stourhead, which is always a welcome stop as we head to Devon to visit family - and yes, I know it’s not the most direct route, but with views like this that’s not such a bad thing, is it?

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Stourhead: A winter visit

Around this time last year we had a few days away in Dorset and finally managed to stop off at Stourhead on our way to the South West. Despite it being winter there was still plenty to see.  I think visiting gardens at this time of year is revealing. I mean, if gardens can look good - and hold your interest - at this time of year, without the frills and fluff of flowers then it must be a pretty special garden. 

Over the winter months the structure, and structures, in a garden are revealed. Stourhead has a few famous vistas, which we saw as we walked around the lake. There was also work underway which included draining part of the lake so we got to see more of the lake than perhaps we usually would.

...Or less of the lake, I guess depending on your viewpoint.

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Even so, the lake that was there was pretty clear and reflected the trees well. It was definitely a view you could just sit and watch... 

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As we headed around the lake we soon found ourselves at the Grotto, with its pebbled floor, coloured walls and snatched views over the lake. 

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The skylight caught my eye, as it threw light into the space.  

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Lakeview

We stopped on the muddy path on many occasions to admire the view, it really is pretty special don't you think? 

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The dogwoods were looking particularly spectacular, I think this is colour I can only dream of for my own dogwoods in the garden. 

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Stourhead was owned by the Hoare family who made their money in banking; they are the last independent bank and the family are still involved in its running today. The Trust have been managing Stourhead since 1947 and like many of its houses and gardens are continually undertaking work on its upkeep.

Work on the pantheon had recently taken place and we peeked in between the wrought iron gates to see inside. I wasn't expecting this:

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As ever, I looked up and this time saw a more fancy skylight.  

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Continuing our walk around the lake and over the bridge, we stopped to notice the coins which were now visible with less water in the lake. I do wonder if the properties welcome these, and if when times are hard go for a bit of a sweep up. Perhaps it's the stately home equivalent of checking the sofa for loose change, who knows? 

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coins
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So now that we've actually managed to stop at Stourhead en-route to the South West I'm pretty sure we will again. It'd be great to see how it's changed, and as ever is much more preferable to a service station stop! 

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