A Rainy Day in Lymington

A Rainy Day in Lymington

We celebrated the autumn equinox a day earlier with a visit to one of our favourite towns, Lymington. Predictably, the weather chose to embrace the shift in season but the rain only added to the atmosphere. We escaped from the cold to one of our favourite haunts, Stanwell House Hotel. With a cosy countryside interior and citrus spiced tea on&…
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A Morning in Brockenhurst

A Morning in Brockenhurst

Weekends in the New Forest are always relaxing yet adventurous, the perfect blend. Brockenhurst, where we spent our Saturday morning, is known as the gateway to the Forest and is probably most known for that very reason. Despite this, we’ve never really given it much thought, preferring our own little village of Burley and other towns like Lyndhurst and …
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White Mill, Wimborne

White Mill, Wimborne

One of my favourite ways to spend the weekend is with a visit to a National Trust place. Tucked away in the beautiful Dorset countryside, not far from Wimborne, is White Mill, an 18th-century corn mill surrounded by a peaceful garden and a pretty river towards the back. This is the smallest National Trust property we’ve explored so far …
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Castle Combe, Wiltshire

Castle Combe, Wiltshire

As exciting as travelling abroad is, there is something special about visiting a destination a little closer to home. Living in the south of England, the beautiful countryside and its myriad of quaint villages is right on our doorstep. Sometimes it is this kind of trip that stays in my heart the longest – slow, easy, nearby – and our…
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Burley in the Snow

Burley in the Snow

Waking up to find the New Forest covered in a thick blanket of snow was a lovely surprise, despite my constant wish for it to be spring now. Here in the south of England, we don’t see weather like this very often so when it arrives, there’s always an element of excitement to be found. After yesterday’s …
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Snow in March

Snow in March

There’s a flurry of snowflakes outside, swirling with every blustery gale as I’m writing this. I’m perched by the window, the warmth of the fire in the room, my legs stretched over the radiator for extra heat. Some of the flakes have settled on top of the rosebush in the garden, with its pink flowers blooming in …
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