Getting up early to watch the sun rising over a frozen landscape, mist hanging low in the silent air and a ruined, thousand-year-old castle in the distance. It’s what memories are made of. Think of Dorset and your first thoughts may be of summer. But there are just as many adventures to pursue across the... Continue Reading →
This year I went with my walking group to watch the sunrise on the day of the summer solstice (June 21). We had chosen Badbury Rings, the iron age hill fort between Blandford and Wimborne. For only a limited amount of walking uphill you get a very fine, uninterrupted view over the surrounding landscape from... Continue Reading →
Blandford bridge in the early morning sun A moment. But in the still, sun-poured early morning it stretches out, flowing imperceptibly like the water under the bridge, beckoning towards the future and the past. Blandford’s history is fundamentally tied to crossing the river. The name of the town derives from the Anglo-Saxon ‘Blaen-y-ford’ describing a... Continue Reading →
Walking through the spring woods, the bluebells are all out and the scent of wild garlic fills the air.
And here come the daffodils, early bloomers lighting up the woodland paths in all their super-charged yellow glory. These ones (I think!) are Narcissus Jetfire, their orange trumpets sexting like mad. As they sway in the breeze it feels like you’re watching spring once more bursting into life. Few capture the scene of a swathe... Continue Reading →