Stepping into the Festive Season in Wimborne, Dorset

Stepping into the Festive Season in Wimborne, Dorset

With a noticeable drop in temperatures and November coming to an end, it finally felt like time to slowly embrace the festive feeling. It’s so easy to rush through the seasons without truly experiencing them, especially in a world that is always several weeks ahead. Slow living has helped me with appreciating each beautiful month in the way that …
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Bonfire Night in Winchester

Bonfire Night in Winchester

The 5th of November always elicits feelings of warmth and quaintness: autumn is well and truly underway, the evenings are colder and darker, and the atmosphere cosier than ever. For this year’s Bonfire Night, we joined the celebrations in Winchester for what can only be described as a magical evening. After arriving by train in the afternoon, we stopped …
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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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Whimsical in the Wild

Whimsical in the Wild

Sometimes we naively assume that we know a place like the back of our hand, every little nook and corner worth exploring. This is exactly how we felt about our little village, Burley, until a few weeks ago when we stumbled upon the most delightful surprise. With days spent wandering into the village centre aplenty, making friends with local ponies&…
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wild

wild

Growing slowly, a sense of oblivion. Petals ruffle as it dances in the breeze; shuffle like a petticoat with each motion. Grow, grow, grow before the winter freezes over. Say goodbye for another season. You’ll be back, time again: a spot of wildness, reserved forever. m
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