All posts filed under: Running Wild

Lulworth Cove

Isn’t it funny how living near a place often means you never visit it? You can go pretty much any time you like, but somehow you never quite get there. The last time I visited Lulworth Cove was back in June 2007. I remember it was cold and grey and rainy, and I was being a stroppy teenager… probably not the best combination for appreciating the natural beauty surrounding you! This time around the sun was shining and I was on my very best behaviour. We had a picnic, a quick walk part way up the path to Durdle Door (well, quickish… it’s a very steep path!), and then we strolled down to the cove to laze about in the September sunshine. We went to the far side of the cove, where there’s an outcrop of rocks – ideal for clambering across in search of rock pools and shells, and perfect for perching on to watch the boats and kayaks, and happy dogs paddling in the water. It was also the perfect spot to appreciate …

Seaside Finds

The weather was perfect today for a trip to the seaside. My sister, mum, and I headed to nearby Swanage, and – after gobbling up some scrumptious ice creams (chocolate and ferrero rocher flavour anyone?) – we went for a stroll along the beach, where we found a patchwork of little stories in the sand. There was a heart made of pebbles, broken by the waves… … a rose (one of three that we found scattered along the shore), its ruby red petals dusted with sand. … and a monster patrolling the promenade!

Spring Walk

I love the beginning of spring. Every day, the world grows a little more colourful. It’s a time of contrasts – when the skeletons of trees tower up into the sky and oceans of tiny flowers set the ground alight at their roots. And it’s a time to be outside, witnessing the world as it slowly comes to life. With this in mind, yesterday I headed to the gardens at Kingston Lacy. It’s a place where spring springs beautifully (and just a tiny bit magically). There are flowers blooming everywhere, from avenues lined with cheery daffodils to woodlands filled with bright camellias. Underneath, the moss covered earth was sprinkled with pink petals. And above, the sky was silver. Mum and I had to be careful on our trip – monsters hid in unexpected places, lying in wait for unsuspecting visitors… And some looked very hungry indeed. But thankfully, we made it home to tell the tale!

Cornwall

Why hello there and happy new year to you (even if it isn’t particularly new anymore)! January seems to have flown by. I can assure you my vintage treasure antennae have been keeping busy, and although I haven’t been doing as much sewing as I’d like to have – or should have been doing – I do have a few projects and ideas running wild inside my head, and can feel a sewing binge coming along… One thing that inspired some of these ideas was a quick trip down to Cornwall earlier on in the month with my mum. The weather was mostly grey, wet, and windy (very, very windy), but then that’s January for you! We only went for a few days, but it was refreshing to be away from home and out and about exploring. We wanted to travel on a budget, so we stayed in a youth hostel which was the perfect base for said exploring. It was right on the coast, so we had a fantastic view at breakfast time. On …

Faded Summer

Summer has been and gone. It was busy and calm, vibrant and lazy, sunny and rainy. Little adventures were had, treasures hunted, stitches stitched. I will miss it, but I’m excited for autumn. Crisp air. Crunchy leaves. Cozy cups of hot chocolate. This morning, which was cool and chilly and misty, I found a bundle of lovely old photographs at a car boot sale. They made me think of all the photos my mum patiently took and carefully stored when me and my brothers and sister were little. So when I got home, out came the boxes and albums, and with them lots of memories. I made my face sore from laughing and smiling. There are photos of all five of us children, the five of us plus mum or dad (whoever wasn’t holding the camera), my older brothers on boyish adventures, my twin brother and me looking mischievous, me and my little sister all dressed up in fetching costumes – not to mention all of the ones with the wider family and friends. In …

A Vintage Weekend

This weekend my mum and I were at the Vintage Nostalgia Show in Wiltshire, sharing a marquee space with a few of our fellow traders from Boscombe Vintage Market. It was a really fun weekend, and just a little bit surreal to see lots of vintage dresses, shoes, hats, fabrics, cars, etc. in the middle of a field in the countryside! I forgot my camera, but this is a picture taken on my mum’s small digital camera outside the marquee on Sunday. As it had rained during the week, there was lots of straw on the ground to prevent it getting too muddy. Thankfully it only rained once over the weekend for about 5 minutes, and then the sun came back out again. And needless to say, I came back with a few things… Well, how could I resist?

Bluebells After Rain

Spring is bluebell time of year. They pop up everywhere, heads bowing gently to the ground. Our front garden is awash with them, shining their purple and pink. I’d kept meaning to take photos of them, but kept finding something else to do instead. Until one day last week. It rained and rained and rained all morning and early afternoon, but when it finally stopped the sky turned a beautiful blue and the sun blazed. On went the wellington boots, out came the camera, and finally some photos were taken! Raindrops clung to them, glistening in the sunlight. I do love the pink ones, breaking up the sea of purple. Though there is nothing wrong with a sea of purple… … nothing wrong at all!

Surrounded by Mountains…

In my last post, I promised you a trip into the Pyrenees. I hope you like it… I love gazing out of windows, and when the world outside is covered with mountains, there is a lot of gazing to do. I come from a land of rolling hills, so a land of rolling mountains meant my eyes were very distracted, wandering off up the slopes and hopping from peak to peak.On our first day in France, we arrived at the villa in the evening. It was beginning to get dark, but the mountains were bathed in beautiful, golden sunshine – just in case they didn’t stand out enough already. It was amazing how much this view changed over the week. Whispers of mist hanging close to the slopes, scorching midday brightness on the trees, clouds spilling over the peaks, and – at one point – no mountains at all. On the third day, we really did venture into the mountains. We visited Les Gorges de la Fou – “the narrowest gorge in the world” (which …

Mountains in the morning, in the Pyrenees.

An Adventure in France

At the beginning of September, my family and I headed off to the south of France for a week. And it was a very, very good week. We stayed in a little village in a beautiful region called Pyrenees-Orientales, right down in the south of France, on the border with Spain. It’s a region with its own identity within France, and we were surrounded by red and yellow flags fluttering proudly in all the towns and villages. We were also surrounded by mountains – so many that they deserve their very own post. But here’s a little peek (or peak if you like puns) at the view from our villa… I may just have had a really bad case of “tourist goggles”, but from every angle the area looked stunning. The landscape was green and lush, the towns and villages were picturesque, and the Mediterranean sparkled with a lovely, deep blue (not grey!). The seaside town of Collioure was beautiful, and the perfect place to enjoy ice creams in the sunshine…  …and steaming cups of …

The vintage tent at Larmer Tree.

Larmer Tree

On Sunday night, driving home through the small, winding lanes of Dorset, the sky was lit with lightning. Weeks and weeks of sunshine broken with a cascade of electricity and brooding thunder. It looked and sounded how my brain felt: frazzled. Sleep deprivation, very sore and dusty feet, unhealthy food (and drink), too much money spent – I had a great time at Larmer Tree! And over the 5 long – long, long, long, long, long – days of trading lots and lots of vintage items found lovely new homes. The tent looked fantastic filled with all the wares of fellow traders from Boscombe Vintage Market. Unfortunately, my photos from inside the tent were mostly rubbish (oops). But, worry not! Lots of interesting things were happening out and about, and I managed to get a few decent photos of these instead. On the first night, a friend and I ventured out into the dark, cameras in hand, to take some snaps of the twinkling lights around the festival. I had fun messing around with the …