Lindisfarne fishing hut from here
Look at those skies!
Look at those skies!
I think real holidays aren't about the money you spend but the memories you make or relive and for me this blog and much of my home has been inspired by our lovely British coast.
My first memories of beaches were in the seventies when my parent drove us four children the 330 odd miles north to Berwick upon Tweed In Northumberland, to my grandparents house. Being short of cash each day was spent picnicking on the beaches, sandy sandwiches, wind so strong my hair blew over my glasses, climbing across the rocks after my bigger brother and sister bucket in hand, jelly shoes to protect my toes, searching for crabs and starfish and beach-combing for shells and driftwood.
My first memories of beaches were in the seventies when my parent drove us four children the 330 odd miles north to Berwick upon Tweed In Northumberland, to my grandparents house. Being short of cash each day was spent picnicking on the beaches, sandy sandwiches, wind so strong my hair blew over my glasses, climbing across the rocks after my bigger brother and sister bucket in hand, jelly shoes to protect my toes, searching for crabs and starfish and beach-combing for shells and driftwood.
Now that my grandparents are gone we take our children to the oyster shell strewn Monkey beach on Mersea Island,( just 90 mins away) and dangle crabbing wires off the jetty and buy fresh lobsters at the company shed for dinner (only £6!), after drinking wine in the pub garden watching the seagulls swooping for dropped chips.
And in May we take a quick cheap break with as many friends and we can to the wild and beautiful bays of the cornish coast, for surfing and scuba and sandcastles and barbeques in a tiny campsite all to ourselves, watching for basking sharks and seals from the headlands on long evening walks.
And in May we take a quick cheap break with as many friends and we can to the wild and beautiful bays of the cornish coast, for surfing and scuba and sandcastles and barbeques in a tiny campsite all to ourselves, watching for basking sharks and seals from the headlands on long evening walks.
These are my true hollidays, quiet lazy days needing more wellies and wetsuits than Bikinis and filled with sad tender old memories and fresh experiences.
Places of interest........
The Ark, in Burnham Overy Staithe, near King’s Lynn, Norfolk is a hut built to float on the marshes, it's 50 years old and recently been valued at £60,000
(images from Featherdown farms)
Tented living in rural England this is my idea of camping! Featherdown farm is a new idea for eco conscious. But then I find Canvas Chic and I just adore the idea of a yurt in France
Though my only holiday this year will be Gorgeous Lake Garda, in North Italy-
E bello, non e vero?
(watercolour by Robert Kelsey)
Dedicated to the memory of My grandparents
F.C & Elsie Lee
Feather down farm days..........
(images from Featherdown farms)
Tented living in rural England this is my idea of camping! Featherdown farm is a new idea for eco conscious. But then I find Canvas Chic and I just adore the idea of a yurt in France
Though my only holiday this year will be Gorgeous Lake Garda, in North Italy-
E bello, non e vero?
(watercolour by Robert Kelsey)
Dedicated to the memory of My grandparents
F.C & Elsie Lee
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