Gone to the beach. Back never. 🌊
We had a little Road Trip down to Dorset and Somerset a couple of weekends ago. The weather was rubbish so we went inland to the city of Bath.
A true high point for me was the Royal Crescent.
This is one of Bath’s most iconic landmarks, was built between 1767 and 1775 and designed by John Wood the Younger. This impressive landmark is arranged around a perfect lawn overlooking Royal Victoria Park and forms a sweeping crescent of 30 Grade I Listed terrace houses.
It is iconically Georgian. I wanted to look behind that sweeping bank of closed doors. Have a wander. Stay a night. Play at being mega rich.
Oh! There was also a cricket pitch…
We didn’t do the Roman Baths- the obvious Bath attraction. Still in COVID times pre- booking online is the way to go- obviously 🤦🏽♀️.
‘Libraries gave us power’
A Design for Life by Manic Street Preachers.
Rudyard Kipling – 1865-1936
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But… you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Brownsea Island is the largest of the islands in Poole Harbour in the county of Dorset, England. The island is owned by the National Trust with the northern half managed by the Dorset Wildlife Trust.
I have this goal to travel to the islands around the UK and this has been on my list for a couple of years. It was well worth the wait, although COVID restrictions limited our time there. lots of woodland, coastland and wildlife. Amazing experience.
A very clever twist and turn plot that has you guessing to the very end and just when you think you have got it another side swipe is thrown at you. Walked around Brighton this week viewing it in a whole new light. So good. I’m looking forward to my next Roy Grace fix.
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Find Them Dead by Peter James
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
My first Peter James and #Roy Grace. I’m hooked. Clever story telling with historic and literary references woven in. Set on the Sussex coast with lots of local mentions,’ Find Them Dead’ covers County Lines drug runs, a detailed court case, including jury nobbling, an in-depth insight into the workings of Sussex Police. An interesting ending that I didn’t see coming. Brilliant.
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Today we followed the ‘Brighton’s Back Passages’ walk (p.46) from the above by David Bramwell, John Ashton, and Tim Bick.
Starting at Morrison’s supermarket in Kemp Town, the first back passage was a tunnel- shaped covered alley.
A few passages later we hit Quadrophenia Alley ‘where Jimmy and Steph get it on…’ and apparently ‘Fans have been known to re-enact the love scene here’.
The next Alley off Little East Street had ‘ambient music installed in an attempt to calm passing drunk vandals… and has been decorated by legendary Japanese street artist Lady Aiko.’
Many more alleys followed.
Items of interest included:
The Brighton’s Back Passages walk finished at the lovely Brighton Pavilion.
We started the walk off with coffee and cake at The Flour Pot Bakery.
And finished with a chilled Sauvignon Blanc at the Theatre Royal.
The walk was brilliant. Cheeky Walks spot on and very easy to follow. We didn’t loose our way at all. A first for us…!
A three part drama from the BBC, written by Emily Mortimer, based on the novel by Nancy Mitford and starring Lily James, Dominic West, Andrew Scott and Freddie Fox. Following Linda Radlett’s obsession for love and sex, between the world wars, it is fun, frivolous and very English.
A sort of ‘cosy espionage’. Based on a true story and only one season. This is worth a watch.
Cold war drama following a Russian Jewish inventor and his family living in Britain. Starring Toby Stephens and Keeley Hawes (The Durrells).
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come, and buy:
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;–
There’s the land, or cherry-isle;
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
Robert Herrick (1591-1674) English poet.
I know that summer has truely arrived when the cherries are for sale on the Sussex roadside. Grown in the neighbouring county of Kent, you will not come across a finer cherry 🍒
I haven’t watched it yet but looking forward to this new screening of Tudor Henry VIII’s fated second wife.
“One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.”
Aptly spotted on my Sunday morning run 🐛 .