Friday, 2 May 2025

The warmest, driest and sunniest spring since 1910

 

Colourful buildings and cloud topiary above the River Dwyrwd at Portmeirion


Greetings, All.

Now there's a blog title that would lead you to believe the writer is happy about this state of affairs. Alas, those who know me will realise I'm not jumping for joy at living through the warmest, driest and sunniest spring in the UK for well over a century.

I will acknowledge that we had a *very* grey and drizzly year in 2024, and I don't begrudge others a spell of sunshine. But yesterday, when we are only two-thirds of the way through spring, we hit 29ºC here in Surrey. This is not normal. We've already had many days of way above average temperatures, in the mid/high twenties, and yes - I'm already over it! Sadly I fear we are in for a hot summer and the prospect of moving house during a heatwave is not appealing.

Anyway, we have made the most of the fine weather. At Easter we spent some time up at the new house in Ledbury, as well as staying a few nights in north Wales, in the waterside town of Porthmadog, Snowdonia, to be precise. 

En route to the house we visited Westbury Court Garden in Gloucestershire. This is a small National Trust property, but significant in that it is the only restored Dutch style water garden in England. It was laid out between 1696-1705 and features canals, a circular pool, extensive topiary and some really ancient trees. This was just a brief stretch-your-legs visit; pleasant enough, but not up there with our favoured NT venues.


Topiary in the restored Dutch water garden that is Westbury Court Garden, in Gloucestershire



Kevin posing beside the circular pool, with one of Westbury Court Garden's canals in the background


Ah, the fleeting Fritillaria meleagris, or Snake's Head Fritillary.
I so love these lantern-like, delicate spring flowers that only grow in river meadows and damp soil grasslands, and bloom for just a few short weeks



The Summer House near the Walled Garden, Westbury Court Garden



Shadows from the ornate railings of the Summer House
- Westbury Court Garden, Gloucestershire



The girth of the magnificent 300-year-old Quercus ilex, or holly oak, at 
Westbury Court Garden is a world record holder - it was planted in 1696!


The bell tower of the Church of St Peter, St Paul and St Mary - adjacent Westbury Court Garden - is separate to the church building itself.
It's 700 years old, though the wooden spire was only recently restored

The drive from Ledbury to our wharfside rented apartment in Porthmadog was scheduled to take about 3.5 hours, so we took a break at Powis Castle near Welshpool, which was about halfway to our destination. 

This medieval fortress was built in the 13th century and is quite magnificent with its castellation and turrets. The interiors are incredible, though kept quite dimly illuminated to protect the frescoes, tapestries and artworks. 

The castle and gardens are listed separately as Grade I properties of significant historical interest, with the gardens being one of the few baroque gardens to have survived almost intact since the 1680s. They are laid out beneath the castle and  include grand Italianate terraces, huge 300-year-old cloud-like yew hedges, and a formal Edwardian garden with lavish herbaceous borders full of fragrant flowers.


The west entrance to Powis Castle 


The magnificent, centuries-old cloud topiary that clings to the front of Powis Castle.
It was planted in the 1680s


Powis Castle, near Welshpool in North Wales


We were very happy with our rental apartment in Porthmadog which, though *tiny* was happily situated right on South Snowdon Wharf, only a few minutes' walk from the town centre. 

During the 19th century Porthmadog was an important port for the transporting of local slate, however even after the decline of this activity the town's proximity to Snowdonia National Park and multiple beautiful coastal towns meant it survived and flourished. One of its most popular attractions is a heritage steam railway. The Festiniog Railway Company, which owns the railway, is the oldest surviving railway company in the world.  

I'm an early riser and each morning I was rewarded with gorgeous sunrises across the Afon Glaslyn estuary.


Low tide along the estuary - outside our apartment on South Snowdon Wharf in Porthmadog


Ffestiniog station, from which you can take a variety of steam train journeys into Snowdonia National Park



The view across the Afon Glaslyn estuary at sunrise - glorious!


Sunrise view from our rental apartment in Porthmadog


With several more days of fine, sunny weather ahead of us, on our first full day in Porthmadog we decided to visit the village of Portmeirion, only a few kilometres away in Gwynedd.

Now, if you are not from a Commonwealth country or are below the age of 50, you might never have heard of this little Welsh village. Even if you have, your only reference to the place might be the range of tableware that shares its name, the most recognisable being their Botanic Garden design. However, the village exists today and is visited annually by roughly 300,000 people mostly due to its being the location for a 1960s TV drama, The Prisoner, which starred Patrick McGoohan. This trailer will give you a peek at the show which ran for a single, 17-episode series during 1967-1968 and which has gathered a cult following over the decades.

Portmeirion is in fact a 'folly village', in other words, not a real village despite having houses, shops, restaurants and a hotel. It was designed and built by Sir Clough Williams-Ellis between 1925 and 1975 in the Baroque style, as a tribute to the atmosphere of the Mediterranean. It's now owned by a charitable trust and many of its buildings are listed on the Welsh historical register as being of significant cultural interest. There is an entrance fee to visit.

Aside from The Prisoner the village has been used as a filming location on many other projects, including multiple episodes of Doctor Who. It's also been visited by famous personages, perhaps most notably for me by Noël Coward who wrote Blithe Spirit while staying in the Fountain 2 suite. It's one of my favourite plays and I have seen the 1945 film by David Lean, starring Rex Harrison, Constance Cummings, Kay Hammond and the sublime Margaret Rutherford, at least 15 times.


Regular readers know that I love a bit of cloud topiary!
Portmeirion did not disappoint


Bust of Patrick McGoohan, star of The Prisoner TV series (1967-68)



Kevin enjoying the tulips and pool in Portmeirion's piazza


Droplets from the fountain created beautiful, spherical patterns



Pastel colours and fabulous gardens, You can stay overnight in some of these buildings


Peak magnolia blossom in the gardens of Portmeirion



The buildings of Portmeirion are painted in vibrant colours



Terracotta red makes a bold statement on this building at Portmeirion


Portmeirion has many of these decorative, projecting signs outside shops and restaurants


The village is fairytale-like with eclectic, whimsical architecture combined with beautiful gardens and woodlands in a seaside setting. I had almost visited Portmeirion a number of times since the 1980s and was very pleased to finally get there. We happily spent five hours exploring the place and enjoying lunch by the water.

Yours truly enjoying the ambience of Portmeirion
(with a bronze statue of Atlas at the top of the stairs)


Kevin chose a rosé, I chose champagne to accompany our lunch by the water in Portmeirion


The blue and white pavilion by the waterside in Portmeirion


Looking back towards the elevated village of Portmeirion


This is not a joke - there is actual quicksand in the estuary of the River Dwyrwd!
The outgoing tide leaves the sandy sea-bed exposed, but the returning tide comes in really fast and forms quicksand - it's easy to get caught out


More gorgeous magnolias at Portmeirion


Another pretty projecting sign on one of Portmeirion's buildings


Our second day in Porthmadog was spent exploring the town itself, as well as venturing a short drive away to the cute little seaside town of Criccieth. Kevin had cycled through it some years before, and remembered the coloured row of terrace houses which he knew I would appreciate.

We practically had the castle to ourselves on the day we climbed its steps to enjoy spectacular views across this little seaside resort town, enjoying a thermos of coffee and some local shortbread purchased in the gift store below. Construction of the castle was begun in the 1230s and underwent various extensions, fortifications and sieges, before falling into ruins by the 1450s. In 1933 it finally became property of the state and has since had a lot of work done to protect it from further decay. 


Criccieth Castle, complete with Wales' national flower - the daffodil - in abundance
 

The jolly colours of terraced waterfront houses in Criccieth


View from the top of Criccieth Castle


Many of North Wales' beaches have these little gardens in old boats


After exploring Criccieth we drove to the tiny seaside town of Borth-y-Gest which has a nice church, a café or two and an ice cream parlour. However the reason most people visit is to walk part of the Wales Coast Path which runs around the Ynys Cyngar headland to Black Rock Sands, along the way providing beautiful views
 back towards Porthmadog and over the estuary to castle-crowned Harlech. There are numerous opportunities to stop at sheltered little coves with their sandy beaches. 

One of the sheltered coves to be explored on the Wales Coast Path from Borth-y-Gest


Quite by accident we had discovered a fabulous art deco building opposite Criccieth beach which became our dinner venue for that evening. Dylan's is a (small) chain of restaurants across North Wales, serving food that focuses on local produce. They also sell freshly baked artisanal breads, pastries and a range of local products, giftware and fresh produce.

Outside, on the beachfront pathway, there is also an Airstream offering takeaway drinks, ice creams and snacks.

Dinner was nice, though quite pricey for this neck of the woods, and the view sublime.


Dylan's restaurant at night, in Criccieth


Kevin exploring the bar and providore area of Dylan's restaurant in Criccieth



We stumbled upon Dylan's in Criccieth before lunch and I was lucky enough to 
get a shot of the restaurant area before any patrons arrived


Dylan's Airstream just opposite the restaurant, offering takeaway drinks, ice creams and snacks


Another evening shot of Dylan's at Criccieth



Criccieth Castle illuminated at night. A lovely view as we strolled back to our car
after dinner at Dylan's


With such beautiful spring weather and a good 3-4 days unwinding on the North Wales Coast it really felt like a longer break, recharging our batteries for a return to the cycle of working and driving up to the house in Ledbury every week or two.

Additionally, we've had quite a busy social calendar in the past month or so. Of course we are in the usual run-up to Eurovision, which this year falls on Norway's National Constitution Day (17 May) so our annual watch-party for the grand final will be a double celebration. But before that, across Europe many of this year's acts are touring with previous Eurovision acts, so for the second time in 12 months we were fortunate to see one of our favourites - Norwegian band KEiiNO - perform at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern. It was a sold-out gig and once again we had a fabulous time with a crowd that knew every word of every song and joined in with gusto. As our friend Graeme commented, it shows how good KEiiNO are that, six years after *almost* winning Eurovision (they won the public vote but were criminally wronged by the jury vote), they are still putting out records and selling out venues - quite an achievement in the fickle world of Eurovision.

Click on the video link below for a short burst of the evening's revelry.

Alexandra Rotan, lead vocalist of KEiiNO, enthralling the audience and hitting the high notes



Singer and songwriter Tom Hugo with Sami artist Fred Buljo,
who with lead vocalist Alexandra Rotan make up the trio known as KEiiNO




Only a couple of weeks after seeing KEiiNO we popped into London again to see Jeff Goldblum and the Mildred Snitzer Orchestra perform at the London Palladium, with our friends Roy and Tracey.

Oh boy, what a fun evening!

Roy and Tracey introduced us to a restaurant offering 'modern Indian' food in Soho, just a couple of minutes' walk from the theatre, where we had an early dinner before the performance. I heartily recommend Kricket if you're in the area and seeking something a bit different from the usual Indian fare. They have a combination of individual tables and larger, communal seating which makes for a very buzzy atmosphere. Loads of vegetarian and vegan options too.

I also urge you, if the opportunity presents itself, to buy an admittedly fairly expensive ticket to see Jeff and his jazz band. He is *exactly* like he is in interviews - a quirky, witty, amusing and totally engaging raconteur who loves nothing more than to chat away to the audience (individually and as a group) between musical numbers. And what's more, he is a hugely accomplished jazz pianist. The show included a couple of guest vocalists, and Jeff even brought out his two young songs to perform on the piano - clearly they have inherited his musical genes because they flawlessly performed a couple of numbers in front of a packed house... at the tender ages of (almost) 10 and 8 respectively.


An eager London Palladium audience waiting for the doors to open
for Jeff Goldblum & The Mildred Snitzer Orchestra


Inside the glorious London Palladium, waiting for Jeff Goldblum & The Mildred Snitzer Orchestra to take the stage


Our final few months at beautiful Frensham are whizzing by scarily fast, and we are trying to make the most of our remaining time here. I often go to vintage fairs and  was thrilled recently that one of them was held right here at the school. It was a really beautiful event in the school's lovely main building and grounds and I daresay the organiser's will bring back the event next year, though sadly of course we will be far away.

Most of the articles on offer are in the French country vein, which is gorgeous, but I had been hoping for at least one exhibitor to have some MCM wares (Mid Century Modern). I was generally disappointed, though there was one oil painting that looked like it might have been from sometime between the 1930s-1950s... stupidly, instead of snapping it up I decided to do a full circuit of the stands before doubling back, by which time of course some other person had nabbed it! (sob!) 

Still, it was a lovely way to spend a couple of hours and I did come away with some hand-dipped beeswax candles from a local artisan. 


Another glorious spring day for the vintage fair at Frensham Hall



The vintage fair at Frensham Hall offered mostly French antiques and objets...


...but there were also lots of handmade decorative pieces to be had, particularly for Easter


More stalls on the front lawn of Frensham Hall



Vintage enamel ware for sale

I fell in love with this really unusual way of displaying handmade beeswax candles.
Reader, I bought them!
(glass apothecary jars filled with water and sprigs of ivy;
they keep for some weeks and can then be emptied and refreshed)


Exhibitors and buyers inside The Blue Room at Frensham Hall


As usual I leave you with a few pictures of the season, from here at Frensham and also the new house up in Ledbury. With the current extended period of hot weather I fear many of the spring blooms will be short lived, but we're enjoying them while we can. 


A variety of daffodils gathered from various spots around the local area



Our crabapple tree absolutely groaning with blossom



Close-up of crabapple blossom



Clematis in bloom - in the garden of our new house in Ledbury


Ah, one of the most glorious springtime sights in England - flowering rapeseed,
such a vivid colour it doesn't seem real


Until next time,

- Maree  xo

Sunday, 13 April 2025

Daisy May

 

‘Cat with dandelion’
- Daisy May surveying her kingdom, Autumn 2023

Some of you will already be aware that back in February we were faced with that awful decision, with which anybody whose household has ever included a non-human family member will be familiar - the weighing up of quality of life against the selfish desire to prolong the joy of having a beloved pet.

Regular readers will know that Daisy May came to us in 2022, at the ripe old age of 16 years. This little tortoiseshell cat had previously lived her entire life with a loving couple, the elderly parents of one of Kevin’s work colleagues. Sadly, both of Daisy’s humans unexpectedly passed away within a couple of months of each other, leaving their daughters with a dilemma - what to do with Daisy May. For a variety of reasons, neither daughter could take her in and the Cat Distribution System was activated, with a whisper reaching Kevin’s colleague that the Persen & Joy household would be an ideal landing place for this now-orphaned puss.



It was a bumpy start. For the first two or three days Daisy May refused all offers of food, water and affection, hiding under or behind various pieces of furniture in our living room. She didn’t wee, she didn’t poo (well, she wasn’t taking in any sustenance, so that makes sense). Poor little thing was so traumatised by being plunged into a new environment with people who were strangers. 

However, eventually, hunger and thirst forced Daisy to accept tidbits gently pushed towards her and she even started to slink out a few times each day, with her body low to the ground, to investigate the litter tray and her new surroundings.

Over the next month she gradually grew in confidence, exploring some of the house and garden, although she still insisted on sleeping behind or under furniture, where we placed cosy blankets for that purpose.


The classic Daisy May pose - legs crossed


Of course, over time, Daisy May became more affectionate and more trusting of us. Most of the time she would just sit, sphinx-like, on the sofa in quiet contemplation of her new kingdom. Daisy was not a lap cat; when plonked upon a lap she would politely decline, moving off rapidly. But she would consent to, and quite enjoyed, being picked up and cuddled. And she would even patiently perch in Kevin’s arms as I clipped her claws every couple of months, knowing there was a Lick-e-Lix treat in store as a reward.

We indulged her with a heated mat under her blanket on the sofa and spent a small fortune on finding food that was to her palate, only for her to decide she didn’t like it after all - usually just after we’d ordered a bulk lot because it was cheaper to buy it that way...

She’s the only cat we’ve ever met who sat with her legs crossed in that particular way - such a relaxed posture, and somehow regal too.

Unlike our beloved Sasja, whom I rescued from the RSPCA back in 1992 and who lived with us for a precious 14 years, Daisy was not a talker. We were lucky to get an occasional croaky, single-syllable half-miaow once every six months or so. 

The odds of this must be incredible, but some time after Daisy May came to live with us we discovered her birthday was the same as mine - 5 January.


Daisy’s first birthday as part of our household, in 2023.
She turned 17, while I was… slightly older!


About nine months ago Daisy May suddenly had a seizure one evening. It was a truly ghastly experience for her and for us, and we lived thereafter in fear of a repeat.

At 19 years old, our poor old girl already had a multitude of age-related health issues. A few months after she joined our household, blood tests revealed she had hyperthyroidism, which accounted for her continual weight loss. At worst she went down to just over 3kg, and we felt absurdly gratified in the following couple of years as we managed to keep it stable at about 3.4kg. Daisy's kidneys were also starting to fail, common in older cats. She lost her one remaining canine tooth 18 months ago, leaving just her ‘little teef’ and meaning she could no longer manage dry food; all wet food had to be the ‘in broth’ kind, and even then we used to mash it up for easier feeding. And of course the arthritis. Already stiff and wobbly when she arrived, this was getting progressively worse and various types of medication and pain relief seemed to have no impact.

So when the second seizure came after breakfast that morning in February, we weighed up Daisy’s quality of life against the trauma of living through further seizures. The decision was clear, though of course, heartbreaking for us.

Daisy was fascinated by our visiting badgers



Daisy was an unplanned addition to our household. I’ll be honest and say that despite us adoring her, the additional expense (*Ker-ching!* Those vet bills, that special food, etc) and impact on our ability to go away together were irksome. We wondered how we would manage our impending relocation to Ledbury. Daisy hated the car, even a 10-minute quick trip to the vet, and we were very worried about how she would react to yet another new environment. Friends tried to reassure us, saying that as long as we were there in the new house, she’d be OK, but I had my doubts. In the end, the second seizure removed that dilemma for us. 


Daisy May, preserving her modesty 🤣


A couple of months have now passed since we tearfully held Daisy as she was helped by the vet to slip away. Some days we still expect to see her little form on the sofa, eagerly awaiting her next treat. There is still the temptation to call out from the front door, ‘We’re home, Daisy!’ whenever we return from being out. But by now we are getting used to an empty house.


Daisy May’s ashes are preserved in this wooden vessel

Vale, little Daisykins. Although you were only with us for less than three years, we loved you so dearly.

Until next time,

- Maree  xo


Sunday, 23 February 2025

Bidding farewell to winter

 

Winter sunrises are the best!
Morning splendour in our backyard, with the remnants of snow from the day before


Just a very brief post as I lament the passing of another winter.

It’s been a particularly wet and grey six months in south-east England, and I am no doubt singular in my reluctance to bid farewell to winter; everyone else is heartily sick of the damp and the cold. The crocuses, snowdrops and daffodils are all flowering, heralding the impending arrival of spring.

However... reluctant I am, particularly as this is our final winter in Frensham.


Frensham Heights School’s main house and front lawn, blanketed in frost
on a sparkling winter’s day in January



Low winter sun illuminates the frosty landscape viewed from Frensham Heights’ lawn


Winter shadows on frosty ground at Frensham Heights School



Hoar frost - increasingly more rare as England becomes warmer.
It was -7ºC on this beautiful morning


Leaves and grass rimmed with hoar frost


Each year we seem to get fewer frosts and these days we’re lucky to get more than one or two flurries of snow throughout the whole of winter. So whenever the mercury does drop more than a few degrees below zero I enthusiastically don woolly hat, gloves and coat, and set out to admire nature’s wintry bounty before it melts away. It’s well worth the effort.


Lime tree in the nearby village of Frensham, upper limbs groaning with mistletoe
and branches glistening with ice in the sunshine


A neighbour’s house. It has one of the best outlooks in the area
and the sloping roof always looks so pretty when we get snow


I have always loved Suffolk sheep - those gorgeous black faces and legs!
I came across this one on one of my regular routes through nearby farmland 
(public right of way)


*sigh*
And this was our one and only proper bit of snow in more than a year


One chilly day in early February we drove up to the new house in Ledbury, and because it had been a cold week the interior was a little slow to warm up… until we got our fuel stove going! Yes, we know that fuel stoves pump out particulates into the air and we do not plan to use it very often. But - my goodness! - what a treat to have a blazing log fire on a wintry day. 


We recently used our fuel stove for the first time - it was lovely!



Our stove has a clever design which keeps the glass front free of soot



Snowdrops are out in abundance - heralding the end of winter

So nothing too exciting to include in this post. I just wanted to share a few photos that hopefully will convince some of the doubters that winter is a season that can provide many pleasures.


Another glorious winter sunrise in our backyard


Until next time,

- Maree  xo