Sticks and stones

Not a post about insults, but about my Beach which I first talked about on the Spring Farm Arts site. It’s outside my front door and it all started when we had all the weeds and undergrowth cleared and had stones put down. As soon as I walked on them they reminded me of scrunching along on Sidmouth beach as a child

fossils and stones from the IOW

fossils and stones from the IOW

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...with added artists for an artcle about a summer open weekend at Spring Farm

…with added artists for an artcle about a summer open weekend at Spring Farm


I gradually went about increasing the Sea-side Effect, particularly with a Somerset Willow Lobster pot, and a wonderful anchor and chain – an amazing birthday present last year from daughter Nancy.

Obviously I’ve planted sea-holly and thrift, The seaweed from last year’s Scottish holiday is looking a bit crunchy though.

I tend to go to yacht chandlers rather than garden centres for my accessories now, and I have two marvellous pieces of rope from Yarmouth, on the Isle of Wight (also some fossils from a fascinating fossil walk with Felicity. Wow – what alliteration!). I’m not yet sure how to present them…

I’ve collected up most of the pieces of driftwood, stones and shell that have been lurking in bowls and baskets all over the house, the product of years of not being able to not pick things up on beaches.

And the great thing is, when I’m even more into my dotage I shall be able to go beachcombing from my own front door, delighting in finding again all the interesting stones and pretty shell I’d forgotten I put there!