Dobrota, a Slow Gem in the Mediterranean

Dobrota, a Slow Gem in the Mediterranean

Few beautiful places in the world can still be considered quiet today. Where picturesque scenery and sunsets exist, the crowds follow. Dobrota, in Montenegro’s bay of Kotor, is a different story, however. Set against a dramatic mountainous backdrop, this sleepy seaside town has an atmosphere all of its own. We could not have picked a more charming spot for …
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An Ode to Summer

An Ode to Summer

With your mild temperament and air of ease, the ordinary becomes something more. A cup of coffee tastes that much more refreshing, with hours of evening light ahead. Our days are filled with possibilities – yet we never quite attempt it all. Fresh laundry billowing in the breeze and speckles of pollen lingering for far too long, you come with…
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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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5 Spring Treats

5 Spring Treats

We are nearing the end of March now but it seems as if winter has been dragging its boots forever. There is hope now that the second round of snow is melting away, the blossom on trees is blooming and newborn lambs are beginning to dot countryside fields. With spring around the corner, I’ll be looking for some new …
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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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