May - a change of scenery.

Remember this?

I have never seen the hedgerows and woods looking so vibrant as they do this year. Perhaps it is after the monotone snowy winter that  we experienced this year, we now sit up and take notice of the wildflowers as they emerge in turn, and then in mass along the lanes and in the woods.   
I was lucky enough to go to school when the 'nature table' was very much a feature of many classrooms. We carried out bird watches and learned about their habitats. We had school trips to pond dip and learned to identify wild flowers. It all sounds so romantic now...but these were such enjoyable life skills to learn. I want to learn more of the old names for the flowers - I remember milkmaid's purse, stitchwort, granny's bonnets and lady's mantle (although I am not sure I can identify them confidently). 
Can you remember any of the local names for the flowers that grow around where you live - and can you identify them? This is knowledge that we should be sure to pass on so that we all learn to appreciate what a beautiful country we live in.  
              

Sustaining rural villlage life - bring, buy, barter, be a part - belong.

Clams (and mussels and oysters) for sale in the village on Saturday morning - lunch sorted!

The church with a crooked spire.

The reading rooms

Welcome to the small South

Devon village of Ermington.

This is where I spend my working week so I can commute to work. Here I am not 'The Curate's wife'.

We have lived here for over twenty years and enjoyed the changing rhythms of village life.I have written before about the difficulties of living in a village when petrol costs so much and central Government seems to care only for those who live in cities. It is a case of having to help yourselves when the post office (which was also the only shop left in the village) closes . 

Ermington has a reputation for arranging community events. Years ago we helped to organise the Golden Jubilee celebrations. There was a millennium party and fireworks and New Year's Day walks. The village is lit up each Christmas with lights and there are Carols in the village centre. There is a rhythm to  village life - sometimes people are enthusiastic and there is no difficulty in getting people to muck in. Other times a few individuals are the driving force. For some years now, there has been a village fund committee who drive forward community events. Since the post office was closed,  people found that they were missing the social aspects of shopping in the village on a Saturday morning. A community shop would be too difficult to keep open in such a small village as ours, but there was a decision to try a fortnightly market. Here people could meet, sell, buy or swap produce and crafts - as the slogan says - ' bring, buy, barter, be a part - belong.' The first market held in March was a great success- read the press release here.  

I guess the Government would say this is what they mean by 'The Big Society'. Ermington has proved that it is a resilient village and it has had to learn to deal with the lack of Government interest in rural living long before any 'Big Society' label.

  

Congratulations

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Transforming

  Pulled - shackled - chained - attached - linked - strengthened 

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. 

Sometimes I feel torn between two worlds. I guess that's what is going on now. We had a fantastic Easter service led by The Curate and our youth and family worker. We have had beautiful weather and I have been with The Curate for over three weeks - and now we are back to the travelling routine. I don't want to be doing it. I am seriously beginning to question whether I should carry on working despite the fact that we are moving very shortly which will make it easier for me to work. I guess it is because I am unsettled at the moment but I can also feel a change in my attitude to being a curate's wife. I even considered striking through the 'reluctant' in the title of this blog - so it becomes 'The (reluctant) curate's wife'. I never thought I would feel like this. 

 

He is risen!

Four weeks to our move and a gardening challenge. New word of the month is TRUST .

The new project.

In four weeks time we will be unloading the lorry and moving into the new house. I have very mixed feelings about it. If you have followed these blogs, you will know how difficult The Curate and I  find the separation and travelling, due to me not getting a job on the north coast and not wanting to give up work (which is situated on the South Coast.). The sun is shining, the sea is beckoning and the north coast looks at its best. I think of last summer and the ease of going to the beach and bodyboarding. Then I look at my blogs across the winter and I am reminded of the travelling. The Curate can't quite understand why I am feeling like this - I wanted the move. (Does that mean I am the cause of the move?) New word of the month is TRUST.

The builders are in!

The Curate is back at work after a lovely break and he is hearing - "I do wish you didn't have to move" or similar comments from people he visits. I expect that he is thinking that too but in true military fashion, he just says to me that we have to get on with the next stage. I guess that means looking forward not back. So I have been to visit the new house which is having a major overhaul and has the builders in. We are taking over another house that has a very neglected garden and I have been spending evenings there trying to begin a garden makeover. 

Why is it that every house we have lived in seems to have an untamed leylandii hedge that shades the rest of the garden? Do you know of any plants that likes to live in the shade of an evergreen hedge? I would like some suggestions please. I actually enjoy creating a garden but I am no expert. I can never remember the names of the plants I put in. My gardening advice would be - if it grows leave it there - if it doesn't, move it!

The untamed hedge.

The vegetable plot?

 I have started on the vegetable plot although it does seem to be rather shaded by trees. I have transferred some or our raspberry plants and excavated large amounts of old builders rubbish (not our present builder). The spade decide to give up at this point and it  bent in half.

First bed

So I have spent the last two evenings on my hands and knees moving gravel and sheeting that covered more builders rubble. I have now begun to plant this area with cuttings and spare plants from our other gardens. All the time I am planning the layout and thinking how to tackle it. I relish the challenge - especially with summer coming up. Which reminds me, I must check we have plenty of water butts. 

So I am looking forward  - this move is really happening and I must trust that this is where we are meant to be.

Making the best of a grey day - Exmoor adventures

On the wall of Countisbury church

The gorse had an intense smell and colour.

              As our break  from work is coming  to a close, The Curate  and I decided to do adventurous pub walk number 2 from Michael Bennie's book. It was a very grey day but the walk was inspiring.

             The start of the walk - looking across to Lynton.      

The first part of the walk took us down through the woods to the East Lyn River.The woods were full of spring flowers and the bare trees allowed us to see the deep valleys and distance views.

After a bite to eat at the Rockford Inn and half a pint of Exmoor ale, we started the climb out of the valley, led by our very enthusiastic collie. The view from the top was spectacular and the climb was made all the easier as we were watching some deer and they were watching us as we climbed towards them. A very special experience!

What slope! Get a move on!

Still being watched

Worth the walk.

P.S. We didn't do all the walk - it is 12 miles long. We managed about 4 miles but we had an excellent introduction to Doone Country