A Somerset Spring
What a crazy couple of months it’s been. Our original buyer pulled out of the house sale whilst we were relocating to Somerset, so we have been living between places for a while which feels unnecessarily stressful. Hopefully all that is passing and we are now set for a gorgeous Somerset Spring!
We are fortunate to live in the foothills of the beautiful Quantock hills and they provide an amazing place to explore with the twins, revisiting places of my childhood. There’s a strange feeling of familiarity yet a sense of discovery and wonder of how beautiful (and hilly) it is. Twenty five years (and twins) definitely gives you a new perspective on things you once took for granted.
And what a time to be starting a new life, Spring is springing all over the place. Primroses and Daffodils are everywhere, at the vineyard Paula is helping with the pruning (whilst I shepherd Edith and Albert), woodpeckers are going crazy drumming on the trees, the buzzards are fighting with the kestrels, catkins are out and the sap is rising in the Alder tree wind break and hedgerow Hazels.
At Gothelney (our temporary home) we sit and watch the wildlife in the back garden, everything is getting rather feisty as breeding season approaches. We have a resident Willow Warbler, a Song Thrush that sings its tropical evening song and a territorial Robin that chases everything away form the bird feeders (a losing battle, it seems). In the evenings we sit with a glass of wine and listen to the cacophony of dusk approaching, so far we have also had deer walk past, a Sparrowhawk perch on the gate next to us and a barn owl hunt in the field over the fence, twice!
We spent most of lockdown people watching out of the kitchen window in Romsey, in many ways Somerset is much the same, just with more feathers!
