In the Time of the Skylark – Carousel (10)

May 27, 2020 My Dearest Boy, As a child my favourite fairground ride was the Carousel.  It combined a longing for a connection with ponies, the comfort and safety of being held tightly on the saddle by my Daddy and the tinkly music hall songs that my own Grandma and Grandad used to sing when…

In the Time of the Skylark – Listen (7)

My Dearest Boy, What a thing it is to stop and listen!  To a young child, given space and time, this comes naturally.  It is one of the ways in which we learn.  In this time of the skylark’s song I have been reminded to cherish this gift. Ah, my dearest boy, I tried to…

In the Time of the Skylark – Hope (4)

16 April 2020 My Dearest Boy, I once heard a writer tell how she overcame procrastination.  She explained that she sat at her desk, picked up her pen and wrote the words “Once Upon a Time”.  In the same way, if I unroll my yoga mat I’m likely to practise yoga and if I step…

THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: From the Stones to the Wheel – Avebury to Devizes

Monday 9 September. Left Talbothays, travelled via the bookshop in Marlborough where we bought “Dig, dig, digging” and arrived at a peaceful home in Trusloe, Avebury. Incense, affirmations and crystals added to the energy inherent in this landscape. The Neolithic stone circle is the world’s largest and the Dalai Lama, is said to have declared…

THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: From the Stones to the Wheel – Introduction

I am ready and prepared to begin my walk through Ancient Wessex tomorrow.  I have called the trek “From the Stones to the Wheel” because I am beginning at the immense stone circle at Avebury that lies inside Britain’s largest henge monument and finishing at St Catherine’s Tower in Abbotsbury.  St Catherine was, of course,…

WALKING BY THE FLEET IN SPRING

For several weeks I had been feeling the call to be in Hardy’s Wessex and this delightful circular walk from Fleet to Langton Herring and back alongside the tidal lagoon was an apt reminder of what I had been so deeply missing. I have lost count of the times I have visited Dorset and can’t…