Samhain - Thinking on the history of witchcraft

One of the things I like about the darker months is waking up and spending a bit of time just enjoying the cosiness of lying in bed in the dark and quiet, especially when the heating starts to come on. I recently replaced some threadbare bedlinen with a 'brushed cotton' set, which is very cosy. It's 5:30am and I've not been able to get back to sleep since waking up two hours ago.

Samhain was yesterday. Halloween, All Hallows Eve, or - as I recently saw it named - just Hallows. I didn't feel well in the afternoon and got an early night after watching The Great British Bake Off so I'll watch Practical Magic (and have a sausage, apple, and potato bake for dinner followed by pumpkin pie) tonight instead. Traditional Irish Samhain celebrations would last over a few days anyway. And I did thoroughly enjoy a drag queen musical parody of Hocus Pocus last week, in a room full of LGBTQ+ folks and witchy types.

Samhain is partly about the ancestors and those who have gone before, so something I wanted to do this year was light a candle for and think about the people accused of witchcraft over the centuries.

I recently went to Colchester to visit my friend and, on a tour of the Castle Museum, found out that it was the base used by Witchfinder General Matthew Hopkins to imprison and interrogate people accused of witchcraft between 1644 and 1647. The museum still has a couple of ancient gaol (jail) cells, tucked away in a corner of the ground floor at the end of a corridor. There are thick wooden doors with iron bars and ancient carvings made by the prisoners. There are no windows, no fresh air, and it's utterly dark until the motion sensors pick up your entrance and suddenly a light blooms slowly in one of the cells, starting a narrated story of some of the things that happened there. One of the hundreds accused of witchcraft and imprisoned there was a girl of just 15. It's a creepy place even with the lights on.

I've heard the term Witchfinder General before but knew nothing more until recently; I didn't realise it was a job title, albeit self-proclaimed, of a real person. Hopkins was a witch-hunter, and treated witch-hunting as a military campaign, hence the title he gave himself. He wasn't employed by Parliament but took it upon himself, and charged the towns for his services, making it a lucrative business. He even wrote a book on his methods, which were then used in the American colonies. You could say that East Anglia in the mid-1640s is the English Salem when it comes to witch trials, in terms of the high numbers of accusations and executions (over 100 hangings) in such a short time. Hopkins was also young, doing all of this before dying aged 27.

I've recently read the two prequels to the novel Practical Magic, on which my favourite spooky-season film is based, so have learned a little bit more about the Salem Witch Trials too. I read a history book on them several years ago but have forgotten most of it. I do remember thinking it was all just utterly bonkers. But in the medieval and early modern period people fully believed in the reality and evil of witchcraft and the Devil. Essex and East Anglia was a hotbed of witchcraft accusations in the 1640s; nearly 50 years later another Essex County on the other side of the Atlantic was the location of the most famous witch hunt in the world. The Salem trials of 1692-3, in which over 200 people were accused and 20 hanged or tortured to death, was a mass hysteria with a range of possible causes including collective fear over attacks from indigenous tribes, eating bread made from rye infected with a certain fungus from which LSD is derived, bird-borne sleeping sickness, sleep paralysis, as well as jealousy, spite, and attention-seeking. One of the leading prosecutors, now infamous for not repenting of his actions when the trials were later scrutinised, was called John Hathorne. Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of The Scarlet Letter, deliberately added a 'w' to his surname to distance himself from his great-great-grandfather.

In England alone hundreds of people were hanged for witchcraft between the 15th and 18th centuries. Scotland was even worse, with nearly 4000 people being accused over 200 years; 84% of those were women, and two-thirds of the accused were convicted and killed. In Europe and British America, the numbers were in the tens of thousands. Even today in some parts of the world people are still accused of witchcraft in a serious way. The vast majority of those accused were women. Many were poor and vulnerable. All of them were innocent. While many today happily and proudly call themselves a witch, not one of those tens of thousands accused was a witch. The deeds of which they were accused were and are impossible. They were ordinary people. Some governments, including Scotland, Catalonia, Massachusetts, and Connecticut, have issued apologies and pardons to those historically accused or convicted of witchcraft. So yeah, I want to remember them.

...Apologies if all that was a little dark! On a lighter note, Colchester Castle Museum is really interesting. It's the largest Norman castle anywhere in Europe. This is because it was built on the foundations of the Roman Temple of Claudius, the emperor who decided to invade Britain. On the guided tour - I highly recommend paying a few extra pounds to do it - they take you down to the foundations... it's so cool to see something made 2000 years ago so closely (and touch it!), and to learn how they did it. They also show you a model of the temple so you can see how huge it was in relation to a person, and take you up to the roof via the widest stone spiral staircase in Europe. And of course East Anglia is where Boudicca, queen of the Iceni, led over 200,000 troops in her revolt against the Romans, destroying Camulodunum (now Colchester) and laying siege to the temple.

On an entirely unrelated note, I went with my family went to see the ABBA Voyage concert on Sunday, which was amazing. The holograms are very realistic, it's incredible what technology can do now. While of course I enjoyed the music it was more about the experience, I spent most of the time marvelling at the visuals. Recommend.

Happy Samhain from me and my funny little black cat. Lastly, if you're not already bored, here are some things I wrote last year and just didn't publish...

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8th September 2022 - It's definitely a week for staying indoors. Save for the odd sunny spell, grey clouds loom almost constantly, heavy with droplets of water that could turn into a downpour at any moment. Which they have, frequently.

Much of my time has been spent working on job applications, but - inspired by some 'cottagecore' / slow living vlogs on YouTube that I've recently started watching, namely The Cottage Fairy - I've made it more pleasant and cosy by putting Classic FM on in the background, wearing long skirts with leggings underneath rather than my unsightly baggy old trackies, and lighting candles :) And blankets of course, but those are my constant companion on all but the hottest days anyway.

Moods fluctuate, and perhaps I would just be feeling more positive this week anyway - but the extra cosiness and comfort is nice.

Note to self: Making oneself a bowl of porridge at 11:30 because you're hungry is much better than snacking on a couple of shortbread biscuits because you feel it's too close to lunchtime to have something more substantial. Nothing wrong with having something more lunch-like at 3pm when you're hungry again. Do this more often.

5th October 2022 - Super windy today with heavy grey clouds. I've postponed my walking to the shop till tomorrow, when it's meant to be calmer and sunnier. On Monday I finally thought of a use for a glass box that has been stored away in a cardboard box since moving here two years ago - I've put my 'natural curios' in it, things like conkers and acorns and small cones. I've put it next to the vase of dried grasses I picked on a walk a few weeks ago. I still need to find something to store my fossils from Charmouth in, though, I'd rather not fill up my entire windowsill with rocks.

As Anne Shirely said, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers!" 

Land Skills Fair 2023

In July I went to a festival called the Land Skills Fair, near Cirencester. It was organised by the Landworkers' Alliance, a movement of farmers, growers, foresters, and land-based workers, centered around land, food, and climate justice. My forester friend went to it the previous two years and has often told me I should go, so this year I did. 

(FYI this is a long post covering the whole long weekend, estimated 15 minutes reading time, so please do read it in chunks and come back to it if that's more digestible! It's broken up into days, and hopefully isn't too boring :) )

It's not a 'mainstream' festival. One of the speakers described it as a 'gathering of earth-honouring folk' - forestry workers, growers, regenerative/agroecological farmers, other land-based workers and aspiring ones, supporters, activists, weavers, dyers, storytellers, tanners, potters, tinkers, crafters, writers, singers, drummers, foragers, herbalists, educators, cooks, brewers, painters...... You get the picture.

We arrived on Thursday afternoon to give us time to set up tents before the Opening Ceremony. People gathered around the fire pit in the middle of the main arena, one of the LWA founders gave a passionate speech, a land justice worker gave a traditional welcome and blessing from her Yoruba faith, and everyone was led in a song: Cry, heart, but do not break / Your love is needed for the days to come / Cry hope, and then cry freedom / Cry justice till the work be done

Afterwards I bought a lamb souvlaki with tzatziki in pitta for dinner, from an organic free-range farm stall that had info boards up about exactly how the lamb was raised, and ate that (getting very messy fingers) standing around with my friends and new acquaintances listening to their conversation. Autism makes joining in difficult. Eventually we went to the little woodland venue for songs around the fire, where I stayed for a while before heading to the campsite.

Friday

Honestly, I didn't enjoy Friday and Saturday very much. The talks I chose to go to weren't what I hoped or expected them to be, some were more discussion sessions when I wanted to learn and be taught. I do wish I'd chosen differently and gone to other things instead.

'Valuing the work you do' - I'm not really sure why I thought this would be about finding ways to care about the work you do, which is something I've struggled with for much of my working life. Of course, this was a festival full of people who have actively chosen and are passionate about the work they do, many of them freelancers of sorts, so this talk was about money and figuring out a monetary value for your work so you can charge accordingly and afford to live. While it was interesting, and good for many people there, and of course it was great to see such an open conversation about what is often a taboo subject, it wasn't really relevant to me, although I suppose it's a good thing to bear in mind for the future in case I take a freelance route one day. But yeah, I could have gone instead to a talk on reforesting a sacred mountain in Colombia through community agroforestry, a practical session on processing acorns into flour, or on a guided tour of the farm.

'Landwork as a spiritual practice' - This began with a grounding breathwork meditation, connecting the self to earth and sky. We were asked what came up for us emotionally during that. I often feel perplexed by such questions as my alexithymia means I'm rarely able to answer with anything other that a wide-eyed shrug of 'nothing/I don't know'. What I did feel was that I wished I could be more open and feel connected and like I belong. Maybe I'm overthinking and that's still an answer. Anyway, then we split into smaller discussion groups to talk about the three questions the speaker posed: what does spirituality mean to you, can landwork be spiritual, and what do you need in your life/work to support you developing your spirituality? My group talked about the last question, and I quickly realised I didn't really know the answer to the first question but it was too late to move groups. 

There was a little moment of connection, though. After sitting listening to everyone else, eventually I and another silent observer in the group were asked if we had any thoughts. I can't remember exactly what I said but it was something like I would need to know what spirituality means to me, to see examples of what land-based spirituality is for others, that I don't have many examples of spiritual people in my life or a community I'm part of, that even there among people who love the land I still felt on the outside and that I didn't quite belong. I opened up a little and that group of strangers held space for that, they received my ramblings with open hearts and quite sincerely thanked me for sharing and allowing that little moment of connection to be created. They reassured me that I did belong, that I do have a place even if I don't know what it is yet.

Lunch - In addition to several food stalls, there was a big main eating marquee catered by Two Trees Catering of Bristol. They had catered at the one-day Green Scythe Fair I went to in June so I knew the food was really good. Lunch was brown rice with roast butternut squash, greens, wakame (seaweed), tempeh (fermented soybean 'cake'), pickled onion, and a miso-tahini dressing.

'Rituals for Life' - led by Isla Macleod, ceremonialist, activist, healer. I went to this because I'd like a sense of spirituality and sacredness in my life and like the idea of regular or occasional rituals of some kind rooted in the natural world and seasons. We made prayer sticks from a pointed hazel stick and 3 different colours of thread. You wind the first thread around the stick at the pointed end, with prayers for yourself. The second/middle thread is prayers for your community, friends, family, etc. The third thread at the flat end of the stick is for the web of life and non-living beings. It's quite a nice little mindless activity. When everyone had finished we stood in a circle and planted the sticks in the ground, after asking permission of the earth and the plants and creatures that live in the soil. What I did take away from this was that prayers aren't just asking for things - they can be a wish, an asking, gratitude, or just an openess to receiving whatever might be coming your way. I'd like to read the speaker's book, which goes into a lot more detail about crafting rituals for life.

'Learning from nature to transform our relationship with death' - Personal stories from and discussion with a burial shroud maker, a willow coffin weaver, a doula (someone who helps people with transitional times in life such as birth and death), and an ethical butcher and tanner. It was definitely interesting, and great to see so many people turn up to a talk about a subject generally avoided. Again, I was expecting more talking from the speakers and less audience discussion, and didn't really take much away from it, but many other people were deeply moved and benefitted from it.

'3 short films: Tales of forgotten crafts' - My first visit to the Green Room, an actual building connected to the farm shop and cafe a short walk away from the main festival area, used through the year for week-long residential visits for city children who may have never been into the countryside before. I'm passionate about traditional skills and ancient crafts so this was screening was a must. The films were about a chair-maker, a silversmithing training centre in Scotland, a printmaker, and a teapot-maker in Kashmir.

Film screening - There was a family-friendly film screening in the Green Room each evening. On Friday the audience was only a couple of adults so we decided to forgo Antz in favour of a documentary on Netflix called The Biggest Little Farm, which was great, a beautiful film about a couple who decide to leave Los Angeles for a 200+ acre barren farm and transform it into a richly biodiverse haven where they work in partnership with nature.

It was late by the time the film finished so when I went back to the main arena I just had a snack from my own supplies rather than buy dinner. The band in the Music Tent sounded good so I stood at the back listening to them for the rest of their set before heading to the campsite.

Saturday

I joined in the dance session on arriving in the main arena on Saturday morning, which I'm glad I did. It was just half an hour of simple steps to African-inspired music, but definitely a good way to start any day. I was the second person to join in but gradually more people turned up.

I wasn't sure which talk to go to after that. There weren't any details on the content, just titles. When the one I initially poked my head into, on the topic of common land, broke into discussion groups a few moments after I arrived, I left and went to one called 'Stockfree organic: farming for the future', but that turned out to be a talk on a particular way of farming without any animal inputs at all. It was interesting, but not for me, but I was too self-conscious to get up and leave, especially as I didn't know what else to go to and it had started raining.

After that I went to one that I had immediately decided I wanted to go to upon seeing the programme a couple of weeks beforehand - 'Finding a more authentic relationship with land in Britain and Ireland, through ancestry, craft, ceremony, and song'. The tent was packed full with maybe a couple of hundred people, and it was interesting - particularly hearing from a member of the Irish Traveller community - but, sadly, once again it wasn't exactly what I was hoping for and I couldn't really relate, couldn't pick out anything I could take away and start doing in my life. I wish I'd gone instead to a talk on the history of revolutionary folk songs followed by one on 'turning unused urban land into edible ecosystems'.

Lunch was caponata with a warm cornbread-like thing made from chickpea flour, and salad. On a cold rainy day I was sad to find that caponata is served cold/room temp, not hot, but it was still delicious.

After lunch I sat in on the beginning of a talk on 'Migrant experience and action against a hostile environment' before leaving for the 2pm willow basket weaving workshop. Something I've wanted to try for ages! It's trickier than it looks. I couldn't quite get my head around the first technique the instructor showed us, but as we moved higher up the basket we could switch to the simple forward-back weave which was much easier. My basket ended up being a little lopsided as I was concentrating on the weave rather than making sure the sides were a nice shape as I went, but it still turned out well! :)

After the workshop I headed to the Green Room, where I ended up quite happily staying for the rest of the afternoon and evening. First was a talk on a land revolution in South America, followed by 'Growing food among the diasporic community of Hong Kongers' by a young woman from Hong Kong living in Bristol and working to help her community grow familiar vegetables from back home. The family film screening was at 7pm and this time some families with children did turn up; we watched an animated fantasy film called The Secret of Kells, which was really good.

I did go and get some dinner in the main arena after that, a paratha with dahl from the Indian food stall. It was still raining so the eating area under an open-sided tarp was quite full and I sat on the edge getting sprayed with rain. Sadly (but unsurprisingly given the late hour) the dahl wasn't warm anymore, but the paratha - a flatbread made with potato and onion - was lovely and warm and was tasty on its own as well as with the dahl and tangy yoghurt. After eating I went to the Music Tent as the band sounded good, and again stayed there till they finished. I don't like being wet and muddy though, and my tent was small and cramped, so I got quite irritated trying to get out of my wet weather gear and into pyjamas.

Sunday

Thankfully, I really enjoyed Sunday. The improvement in weather definitely helped, it was dry and sunny but I still wore my wellies and waterproof trousers around as the paths were extremely muddy. I spent the morning in the Green Room for talks around environmental education which were really interesting. 

'Transforming the education system' - Notes - Really good education should be transformative. "If we want children to flourish, to become truly empowered, let us allow them to love the earth before we ask them to save it." Solutions are already in place, we don't need to put energy into new ideas; find out what's already going on and how we can connect and support and work together - be like mycellium. Environmental / ecological education is often seen as 'extra', an add-on to the mainstream curriculum, or an optional extracurricular activity done outside of classroom hours. Need to bring awareness of Earth/nature being interconnected. Focus on school year 7/8/9 when they are starting to talk about employability, need to open up awareness of practical work and that it isn't mindless work but a different sort of intelligence. Mainstream education system is a product of industrial needs, is linear, reductionist, knowledge-centered. Need to widen circles of awareness and compassion. What do I have to offer, how can my skills/talents be of service? Need to educate young people wholly, to be whole beings who are curious and think critically, help them thrive, empower. Schools could have a 'Nature' teacher as well as Maths, English, Science, Languages, etc. - embody working in environmental skills as a real thing. Teach outside, in all weathers.

'Food systems learning in Higher Education' by Fatma Sabet of the University of Exeter - Notes - She organises annual visits to a local agroecological farm for different groups of students studying things like business, sports science/sustainable nutrition, biosciences. She acts as a "more knowledgeable other", not an expert like the farmer but knows more than the students and can facilitate. Agroecological farms optimise ecological processes while minimising impact. Food systems education means experiencing the system from production to consumption. Visits include a tractor-trailer ride around the farm, stopping at different fields to pick crops and do walk-and-talks. Lunch includes the veg harvested, then students help with a farm task that needs extra hands. Authentic task in authentic setting with authentic people and encounters - embodied learning, transformative learning, knowledge exchange can be a transformative power. The students see how much work is needed to give plants the best chance. The trips are good for the farmers and academics as well as the students - they have sparked curiosity and questioned their practices and how they can improve. Food systems education needs to be interdisciplinary and multi-skillset.

For lunch I had booked a ticket for the Sunday Feast, where people sit down at the same time on the long tables and eat a three-course meal together. The food was great, brought out on platters that were then shared between the table: antipasti, followed by slow-roasted lamb (or aubergine parmigiana for vegetarians/vegans) with veg and potatoes, with a selection of mini cakes for dessert. I was sat with two other people who were there on their own so we had a nice conversation. I hadn't seen my friends since Thursday night as we'd all been off doing different things and were camped in different areas, so it was nice to talk to people. One of them mentioned she'd been to the 'processing acorns into flour' session the day before and there was another one in the main arena after lunch, so we both went to that afterwards.

Putting a few handfuls of dry acorns into a bag and smashing it on the ground repeatedly to break the shells was good fun. And sitting in a circle around a pile of acorns removing the broken husks and the skin from the nuts, doing something with your hands that was fairly mindless and meditative after two days of taking in information, was really nice. The acorn flour they had in a jar smelled amazing, and the sourdough bread made with acorn flour tasted good - I definitely want to have a go at making them.

After about 45 minutes I left that to see if the drop-in cordage workshop was still ongoing (via the bar for a nettle lemonade, which was interesting but nice). Happily it was still going, and I spent half an hour or so sitting in another circle making cordage (string) from natural plant fibres of plantain and iris. Much easier than willow weaving, haha. I've already collected some ribwort plantain stems from the garden and hung them to dry; once they've dried, I can briefly rehydrate them to practice making cordage. I had to leave eventually to go and pack my tent up as I was getting picked up from the farm shop at 4:30pm. I stopped at one last tent on the way to look through the gorgeous wall of brightly-coloured British-wool socks made using natural plant dyes. It was a glorious rainbow of cheerful colour and promised cosy feet. They had sold out of the bright blue socks dyed with woad, but for some reason I was fixated on the woad so, rather than a lovely pair of autumnal-red socks dyed with madder, I chose a bright green pair dyed with woad and apple wood. Maybe it was just that I've heard of woad and love apples and orchards, and have only recently heard of madder. My overthinking autistic brain is a mystery sometimes.

I'm really glad I enjoyed Sunday, and was finally able to have a go at some ancient traditional skills that I've wanted to try for ages. I'd go to the festival again, and similar ones, it's all about things I'd love to learn more about and is a passionate community I'd like to be part of.

Amalfi Coast, Aug 2022 - Day 4

See previous posts for Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3.

Sunday 9th

My sister wasn't feeling well, so I went to Amalfi by myself. I got a seat by a window on the ferry so could look out at the coastline, which was certainly impressive and beautiful. At one point there was an enormous cave halfway up the hillside which dwarfed the huge block of a hotel in front of it. 

Amalfi is a slighty larger town than Positano, and of course very pretty. Finding myself in the Piazza del Duomo I climbed the 62 steps up to the cathedral complex to get out of the heat. The original 9th-century church adjoining the current 10th-century cathedral is now the diocesan museum, and of course both are architecturally lovely and varied, with elements from a range of styles like Norman and Byzantine.

The cloister was gorgeous, a little white-walled Arab-influenced oasis filled with palm trees and low topiary hedges. Ancient painted frescoes and decorative mosaics are still visible on the museum walls to varying degrees, stunningly colourful, and holes in walls and gratings in the floor offer glimpses of the changes over the centuries. In the nave of the 9th-century church is an exhibition of diocesan treasures including bejewelled gold chalices, mitres, crucifixes, reliquary heads, and creepy medieval wooden statues of holy figures. The cathedral's impressive crypt holds what is believed to be the relics of St Andrew.

After resting in the cool, peaceful cathedral for a while I left in search of lunch. Hunger, heat, and tiredness meant my already-poor decision-making skills were virtually non-existent and after wandering up and down the same street once or twice I ended up getting a pizza topped with smoked mozzarella, anchovies, capers, lemon peel, and olive oil. I was intrigued by the lemon, but it was a silly choice which I immediately regretted, both getting a takeaway pizza in a busy town where there was clearly nowhere to sit to eat it, and getting something with such strong flavours. I ate it crouched down in the shade at a street corner, balancing the pizza box on my knees. I quite liked the lemon zest on it. But I definitely should have got a cone of fried fish instead.

After that disappointment I treated myself to a giant lemon sorbet served inside a giant Amalfi lemon. Which was lovely and refreshing! (But a lot for one person, haha.) The crates of giant lemons everywhere and shops full of the same colourful lemon-decorated ceramics (which were very pretty and I regret not buying something) made me realise that although there's a quaint feel to these places and things, it's still all mass-produced on a huge scale. I also bought a pastry from a bakery before heading to the marina for the 3pm ferry back to Positano.

My sister was feeling a bit better and met me at the beach, where we stayed for a couple of hours. We were due to do a sunset boat trip for our last night, but an enormous thunderstorm hit shortly before departure so that was cancelled. We, along with a hundred other people taken by surprise on the beach, sheltered under an archway just behind the beach and waited for it to pass. It didn't. After probably an hour the lightning, wind, and rain eased off slightly and we decided to go. We were already soaked through and shivering from the wind, so climbing the steep steps back up the cliff to the hotel would at least warm us up.

When the rain stopped we went back to Caffe Positano for dinner. I wanted comfort food so ordered spaghetti and meatballs.

I left for Naples the next morning, too early for breakfast at the hotel so I bought a few pastries at the airport. My sister went to Amalfi for a few hours before an evening flight to continue her European adventure. The heat and busyness of a tourist hotspot in August meant the trip wasn't what we'd hoped, but it was still a really lovely gift and I enjoyed getting away to Italy for a few days with my sister, seeing all the beautiful scenery and picturesque towns, eating yummy food, and swimming in the sea.

Amalfi Coast, Aug 2022 - Day 3

See Italy August 2022 - Day 1, and Amalfi Coast, Aug 2022 - Day 2.

Monday 8th

Slightly different breakfast than ordered, got rusks and jam instead of muesli, and the orange juice was orange squash, but still got yoghurt and fruit. Left just after 8:30 to catch the ferry to Capri. No information at marina so we didn't know we were at the front of the wrong line until the ferry arrived. 

Got to Capri then got in line for the first available boat tour around the island. Really nice, good to be out on the water with the wind and to see the island that way, gorgeous place. Wished we could get off and swim in the lovely blue water. Was meant to be 2hrs but didn't stop at Blue Grotto so actually was only 1hr. Couldn't face idea of being on land and exploring in the heat so waited in the shade on the pier for next Blue Grotto trip.

The Blue Grotto is a sea cave, illuminated blue by sunlight passing through an underwater cavity. It's only accessible through a small gap just large enough for a rowing boat containing four passengers (who have to lie flat to get through the gap). So we waited outside for over an hour, along with a dozen other boats crammed with people. One passenger on our boat started having a go at the skipper demanding he take us back to port because we hadn't been informed of the long wait time and his girlfriend was becoming unwell from the heat. Parts of the boat were shaded, others not. The skipper argued back and refused to move but the couple and several other people who had had enough were eventually moved onto another boat that was heading back to port. We stayed as we'd rather be on water than on land. You have to pay to go into the Blue Grotto and when our turn finally came the skipper of that small 4-person boat would only accept cash, and we only had enough for one of us so my sister went in. Ten minutes later she was back out again and shortly afterwards we were on our way back to the marina.

After that experience we went to the first cafe we saw for some lunch. And then the one next door for some much-needed gelato before the ferry back to Positano. It's a shame it was so darn hot, as we didn't get to explore Capri at all.

For dinner we found Ristorante Mediterraneo, a short walk down the road. It didn't have much of a view, but did have a singing guitarist walking round entertaining diners with typical Italian music. The chefs in the open kitchen would occasionally join in. I ordered a dish of black-and-white pasta ribbons with fish and lemon zest, which was nice, and then a chocolate almond cake for dessert.

I ended up buying a gorgeous but expensive dress in a shop we passed on the way back. (It's too long and needs taking up so I haven't worn it since...) We had a little bit more of a wander and I bought a homemade lemon-orange-mandarin gelato from a little place down the street. Yum!

Amalfi Coast, Aug 2022 - Day 2

See Amalfi Coast, Aug 2022 - Day 1.

Sunday 7th

We have breakfast at the hotel then make the short walk to the train station for a shuttle service to Positano. The driver was intense. Lucky I checked my phone, as he wanted to leave earlier than the time on the instructions.

Good views on 2hr drive, including Vesuvio just outside the city and then the coast, Sorrento, and the hills. The four other people in the taxi were two couples who both happened to be from Pittsburgh and were going to the same wedding in Positano. 

Arrived, were a little early to check in but waited in hotel bar area for half an hour. Bar area was a lovely terrace/balcony with sea views - beautiful!

The hotel, as with most buildings along the Amalfi Coast, was cliffside, and so had stunning views. When we were let into our room it had a terrace/balcony looking out to sea, which was absolutely gorgeous.

After resting in our room/balcony a while we took a walk down to the beach. Steep cliffside path with lots of steps! The town looked pretty but it was too hot to want to explore away from the waterfront, even in the shade. We got caesar salads for lunch at a restaurant slightly back from the beach; the bread basket they brought out contained these delicious breadstick-like loops flavoured with fennel seeds, which I later found out are called tarallini (and you can get them in Waitrose, yay). After lunch we ended up going into another restaurant-bar at the other end of the beachfront to get out of the sun and try to cool down with a smoothie. Then decided to sit on the beach for a while and go for a swim. Most of it was private or covered in expensive sunloungers to rent, but there was a small area at one end open for free, which was of course very busy with people sitting on towels and in the sea cooling down. The sand was black from volcanic rock.

Cooling down was much needed in 30-degree heat. Even with a breeze off the water we quickly became grossly sweaty. The part of the beach we were on was right next to the marina, and the area of water available to swim in was a triangle between the boats and the private section of the beach. It was very busy and very noisy and very very hot, so not particularly relaxing, but having not sat on a beach or gone swimming (especially abroad) for a long time that aspect of it was nice.

Next door to our hotel was Ristorante Caffe Positano, which had a small terrace with one of the best views in town. Happily there was a table on the terrace available when we turned up, perfect. We both ordered fish, and a side of grilled vegetables, and enjoyed a tasty meal gazing out over the sea as the sun set and the lights of the town and the boats came on. For dessert I ordered a creamy lemon cake, and my sister ordered tiramisu.

Amalfi Coast, Aug 2022 - Day 1

For my 30th birthday last year, my sister and a few other members of my family paid for me to join her in Italy for a few days during her summer Interrail trip. I would fly to Naples where she would meet me, we would spend the rest of that day and the night there, and go down to Positano on the Amalfi Coast the following day. 

Some of this was written as notes during the trip, some of it many months later using photos to jog my memory. The notes written during the trip are in italics.

Saturday 6th

After a 5am breakfast at the hotel in Stansted and an 8am flight, I meet my sister outside Napoli Centrale train station and we get a taxi to our apartment.

I've been to Naples before, again just for a day, and I didn't leave the hostel. It felt like somewhere I didn't want to walk around at night. 

The taxi dropped us off on a fairly busy street, and the directions took us down another side street, this one too narrow to admit cars and much quieter. Not in a good way. We eventually found the address and stood outside thinking Nope. Our Airbnb was a squat concrete shed-like structure on the ground floor of a residential building. Looked like it once had a utilitarian use like housing a generator or something, though it had been nicely renovated outside. It was quite nice inside too, small but clean and bright, and had the essentials including a little kitchen, it was absolutely fine for sleeping in on a short trip. Except for the location. Even though we knew the locks worked and I felt mean for feeling like it was a dodgy area and not entirely trusting the local residents, it felt exposed and we weren't comfortable. So we left.

My sister booked a hotel a 15-minute walk away... which turns out to be next to the train station, where we'd originally come from. Thankfully it is indeed much nicer, a proper hotel, and there's even a balcony with sun loungers, an outdoor shower, and a cool view of the city with a tantalising glimpse of Vesuvio just visible around the corner. And there's a restaurant and pizzeria immediately opposite, so we won't need to go wandering around to find food. I had thought we could visit the catacombs after lunch, to get out the heat for a couple of hours, but we were quite content to stay at the hotel! Also - so many swifts!

We went over to the restaurant - Gautani Adamo - for a late lunch, and ended up having a Caprese salad each and sharing some bruschetta and some fettuccine alla bolognese. They do pizza too so we might go back and get one to share for dinner later.

10:45pm: Dinner was an experience! We decided to go to what is perhaps Napoli's most famous pizzeria - L'Antica Pizzeria da Michele - as it was just a 10-minute walk away. Naples is generally regarded as the home of pizza. There was a huge crowd of people outside and a long line stretching back up the street. We thought getting a takeaway pizza would be faster so joined the line, about 4 car lengths away from the door (there were cars parked there), at 7:50pm, expecting a half-hour wait to order.

We finally walk away with our pizza two hours and ten minutes later! We finally ordered after an hour and a half, then waited another 40 minutes for the pizza. When one customer got theirs just a few minutes after ordering, my sister noticed their system through the open door, they just grab any of the order receipts instead of in the order they were made. 

So was it worth it? Well the pizza was really good but nothing surprising or particularly 'wow'-inducing, but it was worth it just for the experience, it's funny, and I can now tick 'eat pizza in Naples' off the travel list. We wouldn't have done anything else this evening either, just stayed in the hotel room. 

Oh and apparently it's common knowledge in the city that gangs let off fireworks to signal a drug shipment has arrived. That explains the ones this afternoon during daylight. Hahaha.

Yorkshire July 2022 - part 2

Please excuse the absurd lateness of this post, 11 months after the event. I wrote most of it shortly after the trip, expanding on notes I'd made during it. But there were a few things I couldn't quite remember, or was finding it difficult to translate photos from a walk into words, and I'm a perfectionist so just ended up not finishing it, till now. If you wish, you can remind yourself of the first part of the trip here: Yorkshire July 2022 - part 1.

Monday 11th

We checked out of the B&B and hauled our backpacking rucksacks to the Yorkshire establishment Betty's for when their Cafe Tea Rooms opened at 9am. Dressed in walking gear, we were not exactly attired for such an elegant place, which opened in 1937 and was designed to look like the interior of the Queen Mary ocean liner. It reminded me of Viennese coffeehouses, too. Happily, they take any large bags to store out of the way.

I ordered the Swiss breakfast rosti: grated potato fried with gruyere cheese and cream, with bacon, tomato, mushrooms, and a poached egg. Yum is an understatement. And the bacon was done perfectly. Highly recommend Betty's Cafe Tea Rooms should you visit York one day!

We caught the 10:23 bus to Whitby. We were sat just forward of the open windows and there was a sunroof, so it was quite warm and stuffy - and the Coastliner bus takes two and a half hours to cover 60 miles - but the views were great, it's a very scenic route that skirts the edge of the National Park. We got off the bus at Goathland, just 20 minutes from Whitby, to go for a walk.

Goathland is a small village up on a hill, with a picturesque row of shops as its centre. It was used as the setting for the TV series Heartbeat, and the steam train railway station was used as Hogsmead in the Harry Potter films. For the walk, we'd decided on a 3-mile circular route that would take us through some woodland and to some waterfalls. Mallyan Spout was lovely, a tall vertical waterfall in a lush little valley. We took our shoes and socks off and went for a paddle in the stream, which was fun but the rocks were very slippery! After sitting on the rocks for a while, letting our feet dry while gazing around at the greenery, and watching and listening to the stream, we left and carried on to find Beck Hole... but we couldn't, which was a shame, especially as we could have spent more time at Mallyan Spout. 

After making our way back to the village we went into the tea rooms at the end of the row of shops. I had a slice of Yorkshire curd tart - which I hadn't heard of before, but it was yummy of course - and a refreshing glass of milk! Nice that they had the latter on the menu. The curd tart is a sweet pastry case with a filling of curd cheese, currants, butter, spices, and often a bit of lemon curd or zest.

We sat a long time waiting for the bus - the last bus of the day, even though it wasn't even 5pm yet - fearing that it had been and gone really early or had been cancelled, but thankfully it turned up eventually. When we arrived in Whitby we found the B&B, checked in and rested for a while, then went back out to get some dinner - which, of course, had to be fish and chips on the pier.

After dinner we crossed the river and explored more of the quaint, winding, cobbled streets, before climbing the 199 Steps up to St Mary's Church on top of the East Cliff. Wandered around the atmospheric clifftop graveyard, the stones weathered and pitted and largely unreadable from the salt spray. Whitby Abbey looming majestically in the background. Walked around the Abbey's perimeter wall as the sky darkened, standing on tiptoe to catch glimpses of the ruins. 

Tuesday 12th

We wanted to do a walk in the North York Moors National Park while we were up there, and see some of the high moorland. The Esk Valley Railway runs between Whitby and Middlesborough, through the NP, so we caught that line to the village of Danby. There's a National Park visitor centre there at Danby Lodge, which had a cafe, gallery, and shop. We didn't go in the cafe but the gift shop was wonderful and we spent quite a while in there. After doing so I didn't want to leave with nothing so bought a pretty card that I'll put in a scrapbook.

We walked across the moors from Danby to the village of Lealholm. The day was cloudy and as we got up onto the moorland the wind was chilly. But it was a beautiful place. It took us about an hour to reach Danby Beacon, the highest point in the area, and then another hour or so to move down from the purple moorland to the green valley where picturesque Lealholm nestled. The village has stepping stones crossing the river, so we sat down on those to eat lunch, absolutely loving being surrounded by the sounds of the water.

Returning to Whitby in the afternoon, we wandered the riverfront to the seafront and along one of the piers, and visited the Museum of Whitby Jet, before getting dinner at a busy pub overlooking the water. Then we boarded the 8pm sunset boat trip, which was lovely.

As we disembarked around 9:30pm and started heading back into the town, we saw the full moon rising low over the hill, so we stood to watch it for a while. It was a lovely warm summer evening and we partly wanted to make the most of it and stay out, but were also pretty tired and didn't want to go somewhere busy and noisy. So we headed back towards the B&B. But on the way we passed a small gin bar, the Arch & Abbey, which was almost empty (and therefore quiet), which specialised in local drinks, and decided to go in. I got a Whitby Bramble & Bay gin with elderflower tonic, which was nice... but we had to drink quite quickly as it was around 10:30pm and they closed at 11.

I wish there were more places for people like me, who don't like busy noisy bars and such like. It's nice to stay out late on a summer evening but I don't want to have to go to somewhere that is an assault on the senses to do so. There need to be late-night cafes, bookshops/libraries, and dessert bars. So-called dessert places that do waffles and crepes don't count. I want crumble, treacle tart, bakewell tart, fruit pies, sticky toffee pudding, rice pudding, cinnamon buns, fresh fruit with yoghurt, jelly and ice-cream, Viennese cakes, Indian ras malai and dudh jalebi, Indonesian dadar gulung, and other sweet treats from all over the world.

Wednesday 13th

After a very busy few days and a relatively late night, we had a more leisurely morning, taking the time to have a cooked breakfast before finishing packing and checking out of the B&B at 10am. The beach and the whalebone arch were the only things we hadn't yet seen in Whitby so we headed there. As the sea came into view just a few minutes after leaving the B&B we wished we'd got ready to go before breakfast so we could leave shortly after 9 and have more time at the beach before our bus at 11. It was gorgeous, another bright warm sunny day but with a fresh breeze from the north, the tide was out so there was a wide strip of sand sparsely dotted with people, white horses on the deep blue sea and lines of breakers on the beach, and a sharp horizon free of haze. After standing gazing at it for a while we reluctantly pulled ourselves away to walk back up the cliffs for a quick look at the whalebone arch, and the Abbey visible on the East Cliff, before heading to the bus station.

The bus journey back to York was long but fairly pleasant and uneventful, thankfully we were able to get seats towards the back of the bus so the air flow from the open windows reached us. We had two and a half hours before our train at 4pm so grabbed some lunch from the Shambles market and took it to the Treasurer's Garden. I grabbed a lemonade from a street vendor on the way too, which I soon regretted as it wasn't very sweet and just a bit too sharp even for me - that and the spiciness and tanginess of my samosa chaat lunch put me off wanting the lemon and basil sorbet we were planning to get from a parting visit to Roberto's.

After a brief but pleasant sit-down in the shade of the pretty Treasurer's Garden, we set off again to visit a couple of shops we hadn't had time to before: one selling infused olive oils and balsamic vinegars, which were yummy but a bit pricey as you have to buy the glass bottles too, and a tea shop (in my case, the bookshop next door). We each left the latter with a small purchase, then went to Roberto's. I still wasn't feeling up to another lemony concoction - the lemon and basil sorbet will have to wait for another visit - and sadly the yoghurt and mandarin gelato they had previously wasn't on today's menu, so I got a ricotta and honey gelato. It didn't have lots of flavour, which wasn't surprising, but it was nice and creamy. We ate them on our way to the Museum Gardens, where we barely had time to stop and appreciate the vibrant flowerbeds and ancient ruins before going to the train station. 

It was such a lovely trip, and we enjoyed York especially. We went back in January for a weekend just to the city, doing some of the indoor things it was far too nice to do in July - visit the Yorkshire Museum, the Railway Museum, wandering the streets  at a quieter time of year and mooch round the independent shops (I bought the most adorable teddy bear from the teddy bear shop). And of course we had to revisit Betty's. Sadly we still didn't manage to go inside the Minster!

Yorkshire July 2022 - part 1

Well, it's high time I finished this post - the trip was three and a half months ago! In early July I took a trip up to beautiful Yorkshire with my friend. We decided to spend two nights in York and two nights in Whitby, and get out into the North Yorkshire Moors National Park a bit. As usual, it's quite a long post, so I've split it into two - keep an eye out for the second one soon :) 

Saturday 9th

After a mildly stressful start to the trip due to a missed train and the worry of being charged for being on a different train than specified on the ticket (thankfully we weren't charged), the journey up to York was a pleasant couple of hours from London. We arrived in York around 3:30pm, were greeted outside the train station by a knitted Viking perched atop a postbox, went straight to the B&B to check in and leave our heavy backpacking rucksacks, then went out into the hot, sunny afternoon to look around the city.

I immediately loved it. The B&B was just outside Bootham Bar - the large fortified gateways of the city walls are called bars - so we entered the old city on High Petergate - the streets are called 'gate' from Old Norse 'gata' - which led straight to the Minster. It's all winding cobbled streets and centuries-old buildings looming overhead, very pretty. The minster was gorgeous, and the gardens, though busy, were quiet.

On Goodramgate (''guthrum-gata" - Guthrum was a king) we found a little gelato shop and cafe called Roberto. I got passion fruit sorbet and my friend got lemon and basil sorbet; both were delicious and we resolved to go back again before the end of our trip. It was right next to Monk Bar, so we went up the steps and onto the walls to walk the 2-mile city walls circuit. (A large proportion of the walls are intact, but there are some sections missing, with a trail all the way around where they would have been.)

It's a nice thing to do, and free. The intact sections of wall and grassy ramparts are medieval - the latter concealing the earlier Roman, Viking, and Norman defences - but the walkway on top is Victorian; before it was built, anyone manning the walls would have stood on wooden platforms. On the parts of the route where the walls no longer exist you're just walking next to a busy road next to an industrial estate / retail park - which was once a large marshy wetland area that the king used for fishing or something - but a lot of it is nice and quiet, often lined on one side by trees and the other by the grassy ramparts and more trees. You can also make a short detour to see Dick Turpin's grave, which we did, and York Castle which now contains the York Castle Museum and the Crown Court, as well as the medieval keep of Clifford's Tower. There's a timeline of the city's history set into the ground in front of the Tower, and a memorial stone to the massacre of the city's Jews in 1190.

After a couple of hours at a leisurely pace we reached the riverbank by the Museum Gardens, and decided to sit and rest on a bench for a while in the shade of a tree. It was in a small park and I was sad to see that the grass had all been walked over so much that there was no grass left and it was just dry earth - stick to the paths, people! Anyway, my friend got out the sandwiches he had brought from home for lunch (which had instead been Hainanese chicken rice bought at a food market near King's Cross) and we ate those as a makeshift picnic dinner. Eventually we continued on our way and passed through Bootham Bar and began the last section back to Monk Bar. There are great views of the Minster from there, so we ended up stopping to linger in one place and just watched the light change on the Minster as the sun set. As the warm golden light on the ancient building turned to shadow, we started walking again, but just a little further on we noticed the moon rising above one of the towers and stopped to look at that. When we finally started to move on again, we were ushered back the way we had come by two wardens in hi-vis as the walls close at dusk. We would have to go back and finish that section another time. 

It was nice just wandering around the town as it got darker and wonderfully cooler. There had obviously been some sort of event happening as most people were wearing formal outfits and out celebrating something. We stood for a few minutes amused by a large crowd of people gathered round a busker and singing along to Sweet Caroline and an Oasis hit. At one point a guy with a couple of his friends passed by and asked us if we were from York; when we replied in the negative he muttered something like oh that's why you're dressed boring and wandered off again. I found out the next morning it had been the York Races. We got a drink from a pizza place just off the Shambles Market and sat at an outdoor table to enjoy the summer evening before heading back to the B&B.

Sunday 10th

Breakfast at the B&B cost extra, so we went out to a nearby cafe where I had granola with yoghurt, and a disappointingly small number of berries. Then we made our way to Exhibition Square, opposite Bootham Bar, for a 10:30am guided group walking tour by the Association of Voluntary Guides.

"In York, the gates are called bars, the streets are called gates, and the bars are called pubs." - One of the first things our tour guide told us. After a brief introduction he led us through a little walkway out of the square past some of the old perimeter walls of St Mary's Abbey. In the Museum Gardens, a lovely park outside the Yorkshire Museum, a large section of one of the Abbey walls remains standing, which is cool to see. I can't remember a lot of the detail of what we were told over those two hours, but I did really like seeing the section of still-intact Roman wall and tower in the Museum Gardens. I mean how often do you get to see an intact Roman wall, 2000 years old?! Cool :) There's also a Roman column in the Minster Yard, which was found underneath it in the 1960s when, like Winchester Cathedral, it was discovered that the building was in danger of sinking/collapse and the foundations had to be reinforced.

We passed through the famous Shambles, which isn't named due to the shambolic appearance of the ancient buildings but because historically it was a street of butchers shops - the name comes from "shammels", the wooden shopfront shelves on which butchers displayed their products. Pretty and very quirky, the street is now a heaving tourist hotspot. The marketplace still has a daily market, and to one side there is still a row of old, low stalls with wooden shelves outside. 

Leaving the Shambles, we came to an old side street next to the Treasurer's House and Garden, and our guide told us one of the city's most famous ghost stories, which I recognised and must have read somewhere once. In the 1950s, after the National Trust had taken over the Treasurer's House, a teenage apprentice plumber was working on the boiler in the cellar when he heard trumpet sounds, which gradually grew louder as if getting closer. Suddenly a soldier in armour and a plumed helmet emerged from the wall, blowing a trumpet, and was followed by a horse and a dozen or so more soldiers marching in pairs, all looking dirty and worn out. They were only visible from the knees up, their lower legs and feet were below the floor. Despite his terror, it seems he was able to mentally note and remember such detail about what the soldiers had been wearing that an expert in Roman history was able to identify them. Our tour guide said it was the 9th Legion, which is famous for vanishing without trace from the historical record in the second century AD - what happened to them is a mystery, and the last record of them in Britain was of a battle in northern England. Other online sources say the green tunics and round shields the plumber described were in later decades revealed by new evidence to be of local reserve soldiers who took over the garrison when regular soldiers began returning to Rome in the 5th century. Later excavations also revealed a Roman road 18 inches below the floor level of the cellar.

The tour was excellent, I do recommend it if you visit York. After a morning of walking and taking in information, even though it was a hot sunny day I could think of nothing better than a sandwich overflowing with roast pork, stuffing, apple sauce, and crackling, from The York Roast Co. My friend got the same and we went back to the Treasurer's Garden, a beautiful little walled oasis where we could sit in the shade, listen to a water fountain, and look at the lovely flower borders and tall trees and the Minster.

One of the things I definitely wanted to do while we were there was visit Jorvik Viking Centre, so we went there after lunch. It's located in Coppergate ('koppari-gata' - street of the cup-makers), right on the site where Viking-age houses, yards, and workshops were discovered and excavated by archaeologists in the late 1970s and early 80s. The centre houses a reconstruction of the 10th-century city, which you travel through on a ride that immerses you in the sounds and smells of the scenes, with narration piped through the headrests. Everything is highly detailed and based on what was found during the excavations, from the species of plants and animals, to the splashes of natural dyes in a backyard, to the games being played. Animatronic characters with facial features and clothing based on meticulous research show what a multicultural hub the city was, welcoming trade from all over the Viking world, and you can hear at least three different ancient languages being spoken on the way around (recognising them or telling them apart is another matter). The ride through the Viking streets takes about half an hour, and then there's a museum gallery. It's cool, and interesting, I enjoyed it.

Leaving Jorvik, we bought ice-creams and joined the crowd watching the Wimbledon final on the big screen set up outside the shopping centre. It wasn't too long before it finished, and we made our way back to the river to take a stroll along the bank. The path on the Museum side is named the Dame Judy Dench Walk. We continued maybe about a mile and crossed the bridge to come back along the other side; it's a nice walk, there are lots of lovely big weeping willows and poplar trees (along with quite a bit of invasive non-native Himalayan Balsam - friendly reminder to Check, Clean, Dry your footwear to help stop the spread of invasive species!). We sat down on the bank to just enjoy the evening and watch the numerous greylag geese.

Around 8pm we decided we'd better not leave it too much longer to go and find some dinner, so we stood up and headed to Little Italy, opposite Roberto on Goodramgate. It was hot and stuffy inside, but the food was good. Afterwards we went back to the riverbank to watch the finale of the York Proms - complete with fireworks - through the fence of the Museum Gardens. There was an exhibition of landscape photos by the Royal Photographic Society Landscape Group on panels along other parts of the fence, so we looked at those too.

Dorset 2022

Saturday 28th May

Yay, holiday!

This is a much-belated week away for my stepdad's 50th with his side of the family, after we were all meant to go to Spain in 2020. It's a two-hour drive down to the Bridport area, and we arrived in the town with a bit of time to spare before we could check into the cottage a few miles away, so stopped at a petrol station to get some Magnums and ate them there in the forecourt, haha. I made a mental note of the local independent farm shop and bakery opposite.

The cottage is lovely, part of an old farmhouse out in the winding single-track lanes near a village called West Milton. The building has three cottages: one for the owners, and two holiday rentals. It's chilly indoors, but outside there's a little terrace that catches the afternoon sun, and a lovely big garden area the other side of the drive that's just for our use. That'll be lovely to visit early in the morning when people aren't up yet, or at night to look at the stars. From one spot on the driveway you can even see the sea in the distance. I'm looking forward to trying the cider in the fridge, a complimentary bottle of local stuff from a farm up the road. I spent a few hours working on my final college assignment before dinner (and thankfully the house warms up once the heating comes on) then the six of us who have arrived so far enjoy dinner outside. I didn't like the cider, haha, but at least it won't go to waste with so many people here. Later I wander over to the garden and stroll through the adjoined meadow as dusk falls. I don't stay up late enough to see the stars fully out, but gaze at them for a few minutes through my window when I wake up in the middle of the night.

Sunday

Despite leaving the blinds of the roof windows open - there are no streetlights out here - it's not till an hour and a half after sunrise that I wake up. I'd like to leave the windows open more than they are, too, to hear the near-silence and birdsong of a country morning, but it's too cold.

Others are due to arrive in the afternoon so four of us set off in the morning on a 7.5-mile walk from the cottage around the local countryside. I noticed a couple of orchids - common spotted orchid and pyramidal orchid. Lots of long grass, stiles, and some steep hills. We stopped for a rest and lunch at a spot overlooking a road and a hedgelayer I follow on Instagram drove past in his shepherd's-hut van, haha. We had to shelter under a tree for a few minutes during a shower, but got back to the cottage just in time, five minutes before the rain really hit.

Too tired to do much in the afternoon. Cast Away was on telly so we watched that. Had chicken and ham with salad and warm crusty baguette for dinner. Weather cleared later on so I went out to the garden. Saw some bats, yay! No hedgehogs or foxes or owls, though.

Monday

Spent a few hours in West Bay. After an initial walk along the pier, I went off on my own and made my way to the Discovery Centre, which sadly was closed. But behind it is the fossil shop, which sells ones found by a local expert in nearby Charmouth, and I gave into temptation and bought one, hehe. Then I decided to go for a walk, up and along the East Cliffs. There are so many 'desire lines' worn into the steep slope up from the beach, criss-crossing all over it, I'm surprised there aren't any proper maintained steps, although there must be a reason for that I suppose. One day all the little paths up will be eroded down together and there won't be any turf left for a foothold.

I walked along to where the cliffs next slope down to the beach at Burton Freshwater. Only about a kilometre, 15 minutes or so, but there are a few steep hills to climb up and down. It's the third time I've been to West Bay and walked that short fragment of South West Coast Path in the last year, haha. Took my shoes off and went back along the beach. Spent too much time looking down at the pebbles for fossils! Had to make myself look up and around. It's gorgeous there. And I just love stopping to look up at the cliffs, impressively tall and awe-inspiring with all their layers, layers that give hints about the distant past if you take the time to notice. I picked up a small piece of rock from a pile of collapsed cliff; it really is just compacted sand, it didn't take much effort to crumble it up in my fingers. Blew my mind that it had been a solid cohesive chunk for like 175 million years. I wondered what the blue-grey rocks at the very bottom of the cliffs were, how they were formed and when, but apparently they're the same stuff as the rest of the rest of the 45+ metres above it. The particular type of sandstone there contains something that oxidises when exposed to air, turning the cliffs that golden-browny-yellow colour - the blue-grey rocks are relatively recently exposed and therefore still un-oxidised.

I had a lovely time there, thoroughly enjoyed those few hours. And to top it all off, several minutes after making myself stop scanning the pebbles for fossils, I stopped to look at the waves for a minute, then looked down... and saw a fossil! Hahaha! What luck! Nowhere near as impressive as the one I'd bought from the shop, but still cool, and very exciting. Another rock to add to my growing windowsill collection, haha.

Tuesday

Mapperton House and Gardens. Well, just the gardens really, the house (home to the Earl and Countess of Sandwich) is only viewable on scheduled guided tours. It's a gorgeous exterior though, an L-shaped 17th century Jacobean mansion made of the lovely warm golden-yellow local stone, with ancient wood-framed gates set into the low wall surrounding the house, enclosing a small square of manicured lawn and flower borders full to bursting. The gardens are reached through another gate along the side of the house, leading to a rectangular lawn and more flower borders along the boundary wall. It started to rain shortly after we arrived; the others took cover in a stone gazebo of sorts a little further along, while I happily stood underneath a mature tree and didn't mind the odd drop reaching me. After about ten minutes the rain passed and we continued into the formal Italianate gardens, terraced into the steep little valley the house sits of the edge of. It was pretty. Large areas were paved but it was old so plants were growing through the cracks. There were more flowers, and topiary, and trees and shrubs, and a fountain, and two rectangular ponds one of which is now used as a swimming pool.

I wandered off to explore the wooded part of the grounds for a while, then rejoined the others for lunch in the restaurant; the carrot and coriander soup was nice, but everything took quite a while to arrive.

The final two members of the party arrived late afternoon. After dinner we all sat in the living room and listened to everyone's favourite songs; there were 11 of us so it took a while, but was a nice way to spend the evening :)

Wednesday

Lyme Regis :) I went off on my own again. Decided to visit the museum, which I enjoyed. They had lots of info about Mary Anning and her contemporary fossil hunters, as well as lots of fossils, and other things on the history of the town. My favourite thing in there was the Cabinet of Curiosities. A History of Earth Time Line wraps around the four sides of the box; it contains our planet's history in a single calendar year, with 1cm representing 12.5 million years. You may have heard it before: when geological history is represented as a single year, Homo sapiens appear in the last few minutes of December 31st. It's mind-boggling. I quite like that we are, in this way, utterly insignificant. My favourite thing in the Cabinet of Curiosities were the small rock samples you could look at through hand lenses placed inside the glass. I was literally looking at them open-mouthed, going "Wow!" like a child, especially at the Oolitic Limestone - made up of tiny grains of calcium carbonate - and the tiny fossil of a freshwater snail in the Purbeck Marble.

After a couple of hours in the busy museum, I returned to the fresh air and sunshine and bought a honey and ginger ice-cream from a kiosk on the beachfront, and sat on the shingle to enjoy it. Then I made my way past the half-term crowds on the sandy beach over to Monmouth Beach on the other side of the Cobb. I wanted to see the fossil beach and Ammonite Pavement, a limestone ledge containing large ammonite fossils, but didn't realise how far down it was, so I didn't get to see it before having to turn back to meet my family to go back to the house. I did find, though, a tiny piece of crystal geode inside a rock that someone had broken open; most of it had been taken but the end had snapped off and been left behind. Fossil-hunting is encouraged there, to prevent many being lost to the sea, but there are guidelines. I'd like to go back one day, and go on a guided fossil-hunting walk.

Oolitic limestone viewed through a hand lens

We had a dinner reservation at the restaurant at nearby Bredy Farm. It's a working farm that's diversified with a campsite and restaurant and events, etc. I had stayed there one night on the camping trip last year, and by complete coincidence it's where my grandad decided to book to stay in his campervan on this holiday, and where my stepbrother-in-law's dad works. On my camping trip we arrived there late at night so didn't get to see the restaurant - so I was expecting a casual woodfired pizza place... but no, it's a proper Italian restaurant with pricey dishes, and is so popular that you have to book weeks in advance. We sat outside and it was very rustic and pretty, with wooden tables decorated simply with white pillar candles and tankards filled with herbs and wildflowers, and to my delight there were swallows and house martins darting about to and from their nests on the old farm buildings, the yellow stone lit warmly by the sunset. The menu was puzzling though, with dish names largely in Italian so that the waiting staff are obliged to explain to probably every table what half the dishes are. And there were no carbs with most of them; there was just one pasta option, and that a spicy one. For carbs and the relatively low cost I ordered one of the woodfired pizzas with fennel salami on, which was nice.  I also ordered a half-pint of one of their own ciders but didn't like it, haha, but that's just me, I'm very picky when it comes to alcohol. For dessert I had a rhubarb and strawberry crumble, which was yummy! 

Thursday

I took my sister and stepbrother on a 7-mile walk along the coast path from Charmouth to West Bay. I did that section last summer on the camping trip with my friend and it's challenging with lots of steep hills, but that means the views are stunning. It was sunny and warm and we took it at a leisurely pace, pausind when we needed to, and thankfully there was a nice breeze. After about an hour and a half we reached Golden Cap, the highest point on the south coast, and lingered there a while taking in the views stretching down the coast, all the way to Portland in the east and - just visible in the haze - the headlands of Torbay and hills of Dartmoor in the west. 

Less than an hour later we reached the just-over-halfway point of Seatown, where, as we were just about to head off again after a quick loo stop, a text message informed us the whole family was down there at the beach! So we went to find them and sat down for a while. We were quite conflicted, partly wanting to stay and enjoy a family day at the beach, but also feeling like we wanted to finish what we set out to do. So we stayed a while and then set off on the second half of the walk. The walk up the hill from Seatown was the steepest one yet.And at one point I looked up to see the path I was following fell off the edge of a cliff a short way ahead! Quickly moved left away from it, thankfully it was an open piece of land so another route had started to be worn into the grass. I don't remember seeing that cliff fall last year, with the fence literally hanging off the edge and still connected at both ends. We reached West Bay around 3pm, about 4 hours and 20 minutes after setting off in Charmouth, and sat down to enjoy some well-earned food! I finally got some fish'n'chips and Dorset apple cake :)

As the sun sets I go to sit outside on the terrace. After a while a white bird flies overhead from behind the house and I just assume it's a gull - until it glides low and continues into the orchard and over to the meadow. BARN OWL!!!!!! I've never seen a wild one. I stand up, jaw dropping, and quickly tiptoe over to the orchard where I sit down to keep watch. To my delight it does appear again, several times as it moves around the fields in the area, hunting. Interestingly it doesn't cross the middle of the meadow, but always flies around the edges - which meant it flew within ten metres of me a few times, which was wonderful. What an awesome experience :)

Friday

Three more of the party left in the morning. We would be dropping my sister off at Weymouth train station later in the afternoon so four of us went east to Abbotsbury Beach (part of Chesil Beach) to spend a few hours there before she left. It was quite busy and the people next to us had music on, which bothered me, so along with the uncertainty of what to do with myself that I always feel at the beach, I quickly grew restless and decided to go for a walk to see the nature reserve. Only it turned out you can't. The South West Coast Path turns inland, so after following that for a few minutes I turned around, wanting to stay near the sea especially in the warm, stuffy weather. I thought I might be able to walk along the beach so I could see the lagoon, but didn't want to risk it after seeing signs saying it was private land. So I sat down in an empty spot where I couldn't hear the people I could see, finished my book and watched and listened to the waves. The empty, lifeless, shingle bank stretching out into the distance looked very lunar, if that can be an acceptable description for a place by the sea, or like it belonged to some remote desert-bordered coastline. After being gone a couple of hours I rejoined my family, and we stayed about half an hour longer before leaving for Weymouth - and just in time too, for it started to rain shortly after we left.

The rest of us departed on Saturday morning.

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It was lovely to get away for a week to somewhere so gorgeous. I love it down there and really want to go back. I even bought an annual membership to the Lyme Regis Museum as it was just £1 more than a day ticket, haha, and I know I can get the Jurassic Coaster bus down there from Weymouth or Exmouth during the summer months. I do have a few adventures planned over the next few months to look forward to though, starting with North Yorkshire with my friend next month! :)