Monday, 30 March 2009


Forget-me-nots represent lasting love. In Victorian England, the forget-me-not flower was worn by woman to ensure that their lovers never forgot them.

The legend goes that a Knight and his bride were walking beside a river. While gathering little blue flowers for his sweetheart, the Knight fell into the deep river. Just before his heavy armour pulled him beneath the water, he tossed the flowers to his wife and pleaded "Forget Me Not."
Those were his dying words, and ever since the little blue flowers have been known as forget-me-nots.

When bees hum in the linden tree
and roses bloom in cottage plots.
Along the brookside banks we see
the blue wild forget-me-nots.

Shy flowers that shun the prying eyes-
content to let the daisy hold,
The glances of the passers-by-
with brazen stare of white and gold.

From long ago it stirs the thought-
of happier days.
For memories like wildflowers grow
along the heart`s untrodden ways.
Patience Strong.

So small, so blue, in grassy places
My flowers raise
Their tiny faces.

By streams my bigger sisters grow,
And smile in gardens,
In a row.

I`ve never seen a garden plot;
But though I`m small

Sunday, 29 March 2009


It`s been a beautiful day today, with sunshine and blue sky, but nippy, but unfortunately I`ve been cleaning all day and sorting things out, as after working two days, we`re going back to East Anglia to visit my Mother, so theres lots to arrange. It was while I was dusting I realised what a lot of candlesticks I have, so I thought I`d show you them.. this pair I bought from a charity shop, and was thrilled when I found they are Victorian, they have a little face around the base, surrounded by acorns and leaves, so I think they might be the `Green man`

This pair I also bought from a charity shop, they`re wood, and quite old I think, I love the shape

These ones, I have each side of the bed, the wrought iron shows up nicely against the lavender wall, and a handy place to hang the button wreath I made a while ago.

On my dresser, I have this lovely twisty brass one, which my Mum gave me

I have this lovely vintage porcelain one in my bathroom, the flowers are painted so beautifully, its my favourite.

On the chest of drawers in the bedroom, is this lovely elegant wooden pair, they originally belonged to my husbands parents, his Mother he thinks, so are probably German.

And finally, this pretty amber glass one, which has two butterflies either side of the candle, which is a beeswax one, which my daughter gave me, so quite a mixed collection, but I love them all.

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

ABC Wednesday

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Todays letter is J

J is for Jugs.

I have quite a passion for jugs, I always look for them in the charity shops and car boot sales. I like the vintage ones best. These two are my favourites, a pretty shaped flowered vintage one, and a cow shaped jug, that I found in a flea market in Spain.

A fruity patterned one...

A willow patterned one....

A vintage poppy one...

Glass ones.....

Fruity ones...

Poppy and daisy ones...

Daffodil ones....

Tiny dainty flowered ones....I`m sure in time, I`ll find plenty more!

ABC Wednesday Mr Linky

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Hope`s Nose

After we`d been to Babbacombe the other day, we stopped off at Hope`s Nose, a promontory in the north of Torbay.

This is from the top of the cliff, looking down to the quarry at the bottom.

It`s a Site of Special Scientific Interest, and has rare plants and butterflies like the small Blue.
Theres a long windy path leading down, with good views out to sea.

The Ash was knotty with buds, and the gorse lovely and gold..

The large rock out to sea is called the `Orestone` It was a lovely warm afternoon, and there was birdsong all around. We were once lucky enough to hear a Nightingale singing in the still of the morning, the first and only time I`ve ever heard it, and it was beautiful.

I noticed the Great Mullein was beginning to shoot through, with its lovely pale green leaves

Thatcher Rock, lies just across from Hopes Nose, and will soon be full of birds nesting, like Blackback Gulls, Cormorants, and Kittiwakes

Another inhabitant of Hopes Nose, are Soay Sheep, which have been kept here to keep the scrub down. Theyre not always easy to spot, as they tend to blend in, or are tucked away under some over hang. We were lucky enough to spot this rather nice fellow, enjoying the sunshine. Occasionally, they get into trouble, and get stuck on some ledge, where they cant get back on the grassland, and have to be rescued by the Coast Guards, who climb down, net them up, and heave them back to the top, `very smelly` is the usual cheerful remark they make about them! One accidentally fell on to the remote little cove at the bottom, which because it was inaccessible, they had to rescue it by inshore lifeboat, whereupon they pulled it aboard and took it round to a nearby beach.....I would have loved to have seen it sitting looking out, enjoying a trip in a boat!

The coastline is very rugged and beautiful along here
We followed the rocky little path to the bottom

Where the quarry is...Limestone that was quarried from here in Victorian times, was used to build houses in Torquay

Its a very popular place for the fishermen, and theres usually always some here.

Having had a nice afternoon, rambling about, we huffed and puffed back to the top, and home for a cup of tea.

Monday, 23 March 2009


On the way home from Burrator the other day, we stopped in at Moretonhampstead, an ancient market town on the moor. It was lunch time, so we thought we`d have something here, we bought mini pork pies, and crisps, and had a picnic in the car, with coffee from the flask. It was lovely and peaceful sitting in the car park, with the sun streaming through the car windows, hardly a sound, apart from the Jackdaws calling from the roof tops, where they were tossing sticks down the chimney pots, to make nests much to the horror of the home owners I would imagine, and a blackbird fluting from a nearby tree.

After our picnic, we went for a walk round the town, they have these lovely decorative wrought iron baskets, all along the street, which look lovely in summer filled with flowers.

And this lovely twiddly end, with oak leaves, acorns and a nuthatch.

We wandered on to the Alms house, a lovely old building made of solid granite.

The date above the door, was when it was refurbished, but its infact two hundred years older.

Behind the wall was this lovely old mangle and a pretty tub of polyanthas

Infront of the Alms house, is the Cross Tree, this famous dancing tree used to be an elm which was cut and clipped into the form of a punch bowl, but its long gone and has been replaced with a beech. It was around the original tree that the village lads and lasses would dance with `fantastic toe` and its recorded that French Officers on parole from Princetown Prison during the Napoleonic wars assembled round the Cross Tree with their band.

This is a photo of the prison we took on the way to Moretonhampstead, looking very moody in the mist.

The head of the cross is still at the base of the tree, but the shaft is enclosed near the Alms house
Theres lots of lovely houses in the town, and many are listed.

Across the road, and in a tiny garden by the Chapel, was this lovely lady with an ivy shawl

We walked round to St Andrews church, set at the top of the town

It has lovely stained glass windows

And a beautiful Rood Screen

And some beautiful carvings

After enjoying the peace, we walked out into the Spring sunshine, where there were pretty windowboxes

And an interesting frieze the local school children had made

And another nice wrought iron feature

This time with an Owl. Another bird that features in the town is this Sparrowhawk, on the side of this building

When King John granted the town its charter during the thirteenth century, the rent was set at one Sparrowhawk per year, so the Sparrowhawk has become something of a symbol for the town
I loved the pretty blue of this house, especially with the pink blossom in the garden. It was a lovely stroll round the town, and a nice end to the day.