Not Spanish

Magnificant though the carpets of bluebells are, I have to say, individually, the brighter, paler blue of the Spanish interloper, as seen in our garden, outshines its smaller, darker British cousin by a country mile.

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  1. The blue bell show not up to last years – I blame the weather but Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. British bluebells are fine and delicate. They are subtle not brash. They are test cricket not 20Twenty, they are a fine wine, not coca cola. I have never heard anyone say that they were inferior to the Spanish weed

Flowers

Pear blossom:

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Rhododendron:

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Broom:

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Gardener:

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Folly

The newly named edifice is complete:

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  1. pinkie

    Very cool. Could you build H a small wooden cottage one day, with little flower boxes under the windows?

  2. I certainly could. If you draw me a rough outline, and an indication of size.

It’s not cricket

I was surprised to discover that Adam Hollioake had been declared bankrupt; and even more surprised to learn he had taken up a new sport:

www.adamhollioake.com.au/

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Treehouse

First and second storey completed; third still to go.

Although this may look like a couple of pallets crudely nailed together, in reality it’s a complex structure akin to a medieval Siege Tower.

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  1. pinkie

    Medieval Siege Tower or the right leg of the Wicker Man :-0

Dorset

A great time was had by all, on our Saga “River Cottage Experience” mini break. Unfortunately, I kept forgetting my camera, so was unable to take shots of the Monkton Wylde bread making day, or the final evening River Cottage banquet, cooked by HFW’s right hand man, who everyone was clearly in awe of, from ogling him on the TV.

My favourite moment was seeing the kids from the Waldorf nursery returning from their ‘outdoor activity’ morning as we baked the bread we had made in an outdoor oven. The teachers and children were singing a slow, flowing song, and they were walking in slow motion, too, crossing the fields towards us as if in a trance. It was like watching the Pied Piper.

Butchery instruction at River Cottage:

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Mixing chorizo:

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Cookery school:

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My belly of pork:

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Michelle’s belly of pork:

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My eclair:

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Lyme Regis:

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The Cobb:

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Gardens:

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Tea in Thomas Hardy’s conservatory

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