Early morning sunshine soon disappeared and in rolled sea mist. I completed a few housekeeping chores and then a dear friend (an ex-colleague of my husband) called and we had coffee and put the world to rights, as you do. He left just before lunch time and we then had a snack lunch of tomato & courgette soup (which I made yesterday) and some salmon and cucumber club sandwiches.
We had this on our knees while watching the News on TV and then we decided to drive to Babbacombe and take a walk along Babbacombe Downs. But by then it had turned even darker and colder.
On top of the cliffs there used to be a lovely house and garden, but when the cliff crumbled in 2012 (it had been crumbling long before then, but 2012 did for it totally) the house fell down with the landslide. Fortunately, it was empty. It had been a landmark house in the Bay for many years; it had been home to one of the Tate family (of Tate & Lyle, the sugar company).
This is what the view looks like on a fine sunny day …
And here (above) you can see the house that eventually collapsed, along with its garden and the cliff (obviously I took this photo before that awful happening.)
I love the view of the whole of Lyme Bay when the sun is shining and the air is clear. On a very clear day you can see right around the coast as far as Portland Bill in Dorset.
Who would not want to be in Devon on such a day? I am so thankful that my father and mother made the decision to move from a very industrial Lancashire, famous for its Victorian cotton mills and factory chimneys, to the rural beauty of Devon, only about 350 miles away but actually a different world, long before motorways were even thought of. But the 1950s, those immediate post-war years, were so very different from today. No supermarekts, and pubs closed at 10.30pm and were only open until 11pm in the summer months, and if you went to a dance on a Saturday night it had to end at midnight, as it wasn’t permissible to extend into Sunday morning (unless the hotel or wherever had applied for an extension of the licence). How times have changed. On TV this evening, an 18 year old young woman was talking about living in her small town in Dorset where there was little to do for young people, and if she wanted to stay out at a club until 1am or 2am she would have to get a taxi home, etc, etc. I suddenly thought what my parents would’ve thought of me rolling home at that time of night aged 18! They’d have been worried sick and no doubt called the police. Yes, times have changed, many things for the better, but by no means all things.
Oh dear, this wasn’t meant to be an introspective post! So to other things. At last plants in the garden are beginning to grow, and there are buds on the camellia and the wallflowers are bushing out, and daffodils are coming up.
As soon as it’s a little warmer, we will be out there, tidying up the garden, weeding, and opening up the summerhouse. I can’t wait!!!
The 2nd pot of white hyacinths that I had on the kitchen windowsill had become ‘leggy’ and so I’ve removed the blooms and used them as cut flowers in the hall, where I think they might last for just one more day before they begin to discolour.
The morning’s post brought me a new Sarah Raven catalogue (I might get dahlias to plant in pots for the late summer/early autumn, as we’ve had little success with them when we plant them directly into the garden soil, but we love dahlias) and also a 2nd hand paperback.
It often happens that a magazine or catalogue arrives along with a book where both covers have been designed or been coloured in a similar way – this happened again today. Pure coincidence.
Tomorrow, our plumber is coming to service the boiler (furnace to those of you in the USA or Canada) and do a couple of other jobs. We asked him to come in the summer but this didn’t happen so he will be here tomorrow. Well, we hope he will! Hence our walk today because we have to be here for his visit tomorrow.
And now for bed and my book (not the one above but The Truths and Triumphs of Grace Atherton by Anstey Harris, which I’m enjoying very much.)
And to take to bed …
A cup of …
We haven’t had Whittard’s Luxury Hot Chocolate before. This was a kind gift and we had some this afternoon after we returned from our walk. Quite simply, it is gorgeous!
Until next time.