Wednesday, 17 September 2025

Interim update: A new life in Ledbury


The Grade II heritage listed Ledbury Railway Viaduct,
finished in 1861 and just a few minutes' walk from our new house


My goodness, it's been a while, Readers. 

Of course, I have a pretty good excuse. Since the last Tunnels of Green post we have moved house, leaving the south-east of England for the south-western edge of the West Midlands.


We now live in Belle Orchard in Ledbury.
Many of the street names in the town hark back to when the area was
full of apple orchards and hop yards

The top end of Belle Orchard - this massive expanse of white roses is tended by volunteers, I believe


After six weeks we are well and truly starting to settle in at our new house in Herefordshire. We officially moved on 31 July but spent a further couple of nights down at Frensham, camping on a mattress, while we scrubbed and cleaned the house and got rid of a couple of pieces of furniture we no longer required. Since then we've been unpacking, painting, gardening, getting tradespeople in for small jobs and doing bits of DIY ourselves. Also trying to source pieces of furniture and getting rid of some we brought with us from Surrey to 'tide us over' until we found their replacements.

I have been struggling with a couple of the rooms with regard to paint colours, rugs and furniture. We've moved so many times I'm aware it takes time to live in a house and get to know its light and conditions, but we've actually owned the place for nearly a year. Anyway, after multiple failed attempts to find the right paint colour for our garden room (having expended a frightening amount of money on tester pots), a colour consultation appointment at Farrow & Ball in Cheltenham has finally yielded a result. This room has the most bizarre natural light. It's at the darkest end of the house; it faces west and has long windows all along the western and northern* sides. This means a single paint colour looks dramatically different on each of the walls. Additionally, because the house is 125 years old we are obliged to buy expensive, breathable paint that is suitable for use on century-old lime plaster. It's been a learning curve.

* For my Antipodean readers, of course in the northern hemisphere south-facing rooms get the most light (particularly in winter when the sun is at a very low angle), and north-facing rooms are the gloomiest. The garden room is at the northern end of the house.


One of our lovely new neighbours baked these incredible sablés 
to welcome us to the street

There was a slight interruption to all this activity because a mere two weeks after we landed here we hosted our first guest! Graeme took time out of his trip to Finland, Sweden and Norway to visit us for nearly a week. 

We had fun showing Graeme our new town, including one memorable evening when we tried out the second of Ledbury's two Indian restaurants (we had some weeks ago eaten at the other one), and then stopped in for a nightcap at the 15th century Prince of Wales pub in historic Church Lane. By chance earlier that day we'd seen a sandwich board outside the pub advertising Wednesday evenings as open music night, and that particular Wednesday was to focus on folk. What a treat to have local musicians taking turns to perform a range of traditional and more modern folk. It's a teeny-tiny place which probably accommodates only about 30 people, but at one point in the evening the entire pub spontaneously joined in on the chorus of the classic Peter, Paul and Mary tune, Leaving on a Jet Plane. Most pubs these days are really restaurants housed in buildings that were once drinking establishments with accommodation; the Prince of Wales is a 'proper' pub. it does serve food, but that's secondary to the drinks and the social function.

While Graeme was here we also sampled the excellent coffee and cake at the organic supermarket and café and toured the historic 16th century 'painted room' that was discovered in the Town Council offices in the 1980s. We called into many of the local artisan stores and galleries. Ledbury has not one, but two specialist wine shops and the larger of the two regularly hosts tasting evenings. Just last Friday Kevin recently attended a single malt whisky tasting event in one of Ledbury's heritage listed buildings.


Church Lane, one of Ledbury's oldest streets,
with the Church of St Michael and All Angels in the distance, and the
Price of Wales pub in the foreground


The modern showroom of Roger Oates Design, makers of exceptionally high quality carpets, rugs and upholstery. 
All their wares are woven locally from their own special wool which is dyed and spun in Yorkshire. 
We have one of their stair-runners


The wonderful black-and-white Tudor façade of The Feathers Hotel in Ledbury's High Street.
It's been welcoming weary travellers for more than 400 years



This town really supports its local, independent businesses. 
So nice to see a traditional hardware store in this age of massive chain stores


Some of Ledbury's colourful buildings. This is just opposite the top of our street

A few days after Graeme's arrival we met up with friends Roy and Tracey in the Cotswolds. Utter madness, I know, to attempt the Cotswolds in summer when peak crowds mean parking is nigh on impossible and the streets are thronged with tourists. Still, it was a handy halfway point between Ledbury and Buckingham, where Roy and Tracey live, and Graeme had never been to the Cotswolds. I have a friend, a former London work colleague, who lives in beautiful Chipping Campden so we started the day with coffee and convivial conversation on the sunny outdoor terrace of a local café, admiring the gorgeous, centuries-old buildings of golden Cotswold stone. 

The rest of the day was spent doing battle with the aforementioned throng, in Stow-on-the-Wold, Bourton-on-the-Water and Bibury. We attempted to visit 'the Slaughters' (Upper Slaughter and Lower Slaughter), but gave up trying to find anywhere to park after about ten minutes!


Rows of terraced Cotswolds Stone houses in Chipping Campden's high street


Doorway in Chipping Campden, the Cotswolds


Ridiculously picturesque Bibury, once described by William Morris as 'the most beautiful village in England'.
This is The Swan (hotel); they were hosting a wedding on the day we visited


The River Coln in Bibury, one of the Cotswolds' most popular villages


Another view of the River Coln in Bibury


Cottage in Bourton-on-the-Water, Cotswolds



This is the famed ‘hobbit’ door of St Edward’s church in Stow-on-the-Wold.
It's believed to have sparked J. R. R. Tolkien’s inspiration for the “Doors of Durin”
(The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring)


In between decorating and hosting visitors we do try, once or twice a week, to take a jaunt to places within about an hour's drive from home, often combining necessary appointments with sightseeing or attending special events. We've been to a food fair in lovely Leominster, to a choral mass in Great Malvern Priory, and visited Hereford with its glorious cathedral. Naturally we usually combine these sorties with a visit to a local café or pub. This area isn't quite as generous as the south-east in terms of in variety for vegetarians and vegans; the region is known for its meat producers, particularly beef. But usually we manage to find something and generally the quality is good.

I have to say since moving to Herefordshire I've been ruined for supermarket fruit, particularly berries. Not even Waitrose's finest selection of organic produce can compete with the local produce here. There are not one but two stands on the outskirts of Ledbury where you can purchase the local produce. During the day there's somebody there to take your money, but after 5pm there is a refrigerated 24-hour automat! The strawberries, raspberries and blueberries are among the best we've ever tasted, as are the local ones available from our small greengrocer in the high street. The organic supermarket and café also has amazing seasonal produce - the pears and apricots taste like actual pears and apricots. 

This whole region is known for its apples and its cider. Sadly neither Kevin nor I care for cider, so we can't attest to its quality, and apples are not my favourite fruit (I'll only eat them if there's nothing else on offer), but Kevin is enjoying them. Plus, apple trees are so pretty throughout the seasons, and right now Herefordshire is peppered with bejewelled greenery, vivid red orbs amongst the green leaves. Harvest is usually in October but after such a long, dry, hot summer I think the apples are probably ready now.

Last week one of Kevin's cycling group knocked on our door, having ridden over from his allotment, panniers full of a purple fruit that is a hybrid plum-damson. I took two containers full (several kilos), freezing some for later and using the ripest ones to bake an Italian plum cake which was absolutely delicious. 


Grange Court in Leominster 



Food fair in Leominster's Corn Square



What a find! We'll definitely return to No. 27 Drapers Lane in Leominster.
Superb food, friendly service and a great location in Drapers Lane



Drapers Lane in Leominster. The name stems from the number of traders who finished and sold locally produced cloth from premises there.
The buildings in the Lane vary greatly in age; some date back to the 1400s


Hereford Cathedral. Doesn't look anything special from the outside...


...but just take a look at the interior. Absolutely glorious!
The gold wreath (corona) above the altar was designed to resemble Jesus' crown of thorns.
It was made by Simon Beer, a silversmith from Lewes (assembled / launched in 1992)



Vaulted ceilings and stone pillars at Hereford Cathedral


And of course we finally have some time to explore our immediate locality. 

The photo at the top of this post shows Ledbury's Grade II listed Victorian railway viaduct, which is only about 10 minutes' walk from our house. It was constructed between 1859-61 from bricks made on-site using the clay dug out for the foundations, and more than 160 years later when you journey to Ledbury by rail, your train travels over it. 

Completed a little later, in 1881, was Ledbury's Skew Bridge, a really interesting piece of construction with a ribbed skew arch at an angle of approximately 45º. It was also designed for railway use but became disused following the closure of the Ledbury and Gloucester Railway Line in 1959. Happily, the Skew Bridge is now part of the Ledbury Town Trail footpath.


Ledbury's Skew Bridge, a former railway bridge but these days it only carries pedestrian
traffic, as part of the Ledbury Town Trail



We had dinner one evening at The Greenman in the village of Fownhope, 
about 30 minutes from Ledbury, in the Wye Valley



The Greenman pub in Fownhope dates from the 15th century


I do miss Surrey's endless woods and tunnels of green; this part of England is far more agricultural. I have seen more tractors since moving here than I had previously seen in my entire life. They are everywhere, rumbling along narrow country lanes but also barrelling through the main street of town on a daily basis. A couple of weeks ago Ledbury hosted its annual carnival, and the star attraction was definitely a parade of tractors and other farm equipment. 


One of a series of vintage tractors that were the star turn at Ledbury Carnival



Ciderrrrrrrrrrr (said in best West Country accent!)
The Westons Cider dray, from the nearby village of Much Marcle, at Ledbury Carnival


I also miss not having a Waitrose close by! The nearest one is Great Malvern, about 25 minutes by car. Our former proximity to London is additionally a great loss to me, particularly with the new David Bowie Centre in Hackney (an extension of the V&A Museum) having just opened in the past week. Boo-hoo!

And of course I miss our friends at Frensham and the wider Surrey region, a social circle built over the past 15 years or so. 

But I suppose over time Ledbury will start to feel like home, and hopefully we will make more friends here. Our neighbours are incredibly welcoming, as are all the shopkeepers in the town. And everybody says hello as they pass when you're out on one of the walking trails. It's a nice place.


Ledbury's Cenotaph (foreground) and the Barrett Browning Institute with its gothic clock tower
 which was built to commemorate the poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who lived in the town




The Market Hall in Ledbury's main street.
Another Tudor building, completed in 1617, and elevated for storage of grain above,
with room for stallholders beneath



One of Ledbury's purveyors of fish and chips - The Codfather Part II 🤣


 A common sight across Herefordshire in September - apples trees abundant with fruit


I'll publish some photos of the house sometime soon, once we have done some more painting and the last of our new / vintage furnishings arrive. 

And lastly, ***HURRAH!*** Autumn is finally here! 😀

Until next time,

- Maree  xo

Friday, 11 July 2025

Springtime in central Norway

Springtime in central Norway - sublime!
View of Tingvoll Fjord from the mountain behind my cousin's house 


Greetings from an unusually dry and hot summer in England.

Life has been fairly hectic of late, with the usual work commitments combined with trips up to the new house in Ledbury every couple of weeks to ferry bits of furniture and other belongings, keep the garden maintained and undertake decorating work.

However things will soon be changing. Kevin taught his final lesson on Friday and is now officially retired, having been given a lovely send-off by Frensham Heights. 

I finished up at the department store last Saturday, and I'm really going to miss my retail sales job. Nobody is more surprised than I to find that working in women's fashion is fun and stimulating! Helping people find clothes that make them feel confident and look good is really rewarding. Often our customers needed an outfit for a special event - Ascot, Wimbledon, a business dinner, a wedding, a funeral. Some of them were overweight, or had figures a little out of proportion, or they simply had managed to get to their fifties or sixties without having any clue about what looked good on them. You could see the terror in their eyes as they set about a seemingly impossible task. Convincing these women to try on things they'd never previously have considered, and seeing them bloom like a flower when they realised they could look well-dressed, was really a joy. Of course your external appearance shouldn't matter so much, but we live in a world where it does, and honestly... I believe most of us enjoy looking our best.

Anyway, all of the above are the reasons why I am only just getting around to writing this post about our trip to Norway back in May.


The spring thaw in central Norway - many months of snow and ice melting, creating 
thousands of waterfalls down the mountainsides


Unlike here in Blighty, where we have suffered through six months of warmer than normal weather with hardly any rain, up until our trip in late May much of Norway had been suffering a particularly wet and cold spring. In fact, two days before our arrival the region where my cousin lives was still having snow showers! However, we seemed to bring the weather with us and there followed a week of mostly sunshine and daily maximum temperatures between 14-21ºC.

It was wonderful to be back in Marion and Erik's beautiful home after a gap of several years. The reason for our visit at this particular time was to join in a family celebration. The day after our arrival there was to be a fully catered party in the village hall at lunchtime, followed by an afternoon of coffee, cake and cognac back at Marion and Erik's house just a couple of minutes' stroll away. 


Beautiful artwork in my cousin's home

Sadly, things were not off to a great start upon our arrival in Molde which is the closest regional airport to the house, about an hour's drive away. It's a tiny airport and we were the second last flight of the day, arriving at about 21:00.

Seasoned travellers will recognise that mental game of hope and despair as one stands by the luggage carousel waiting... and waiting... noting miserably fewer items on the belt with each revolution. 

Nope. 

Kevin's bag clearly had not made it onto our connecting flight from Oslo. We attempted to report this to the sole official looking person at the service desk, but she was a representative of the company that owns many of Norway's airports, not an employee of Norwegian (Norway's budget airline). There followed several days of internet searching and frustrating phone calls as Erik and I, oscillating between Norwegian and English, mirrored that luggage carousel - ie going around and around in circles and receiving conflicting information about how to retrieve Kevin's luggage. 

Thank goodness I'd insisted Kevin wear his smart sports jacket and best denim jeans on the plane* so for the big party on Saturday his attire could loosely have been described as 'smart casual' with the emphasis being firmly on the casual end of the scale. His jacket was worn over a good quality plain t-shirt, paired with his  jeans and... his smartest trainers!

* I am constantly appalled at the way people dress for international flights these days. Like they just woke up, realised they'd run out of milk and raced down to the local shop, hoping to see as few people as possible. I'm not talking about long haul flights, which of course require a greater level of personal comfort. I am talking short flights of 1-3 hours to various European destinations. People have absolutely no pride in their appearance these days. You don't have to be 'dressed up' but please make a small effort - you know, like you're actually going out in public. 

Kevin's luggage was eventually delivered to our door by courier on Sunday, the day after the family event. The lunchtime party itself was lovely; wonderful food beautifully displayed, a number of heartfelt speeches (the Norwegians do love a speech) and much humour in watching the 4-5 small children in attendance making the most of the bouncy castle that Erik had purchased to keep them amused. The remainder of the afternoon was whiled away with groups of people in various spots around Marion and Erik's spacious home, all of us stuffing ourselves with delicacies from the dessert buffet, washed down with coffee - always excellent in Norway - and dainty glasses of cognac.


Tables dressed for the big family party in the community hall in my cousin's village
(that stuff on the floor in front of the stage is a bouncy castle, prior to inflating)



The koldtbord (Norwegian equivalent of the more familiar Swedish word smörgåsbord)
- oh boy, it was a spread!


Everything is displayed so beautifully at a Scandinavian event.
Even some humble bread is arranged in an antique butter box painted in the
rosemaling folk art style



Part of the dessert selection back at the house.
Yes, 'part of' - there was more! (see below)


This celebration cake was delicious!


More fabulous home-made treats - part of the dessert buffet at Marion and Erik's house


Over the course of our week in Tingvoll we took a couple of day trips within an hour or two of the house.

On a gorgeous, sunny day we drove about 40 minutes to the municipality of Sunndal, where you will find Vinnufossen, Europe's highest waterfall at 845 metres, and the seventh highest in the world. A few years ago there was a decision taken to install stone steps meandering up the mountain near the waterfall, and this work is being undertaken by Sherpas from Nepal, whose expertise in such things is unsurpassed. The project is not expected to be completed for another couple of years (the mountain is covered in snow and ice for more than half the year, so it's slow going!) but for now you can take the section already finished, which takes 30-40 minutes to climb about 300 metres. The views, even from that lower point, are sublime and we gleefully refilled our water bottles from the perfectly safe to drink, crystal clear and freezing cold water of Vinnufossen.


The region of Sunndal is surrounded by spectacular mountains peaks on all sides



Honesty stand near the start of the Vinnufossen trail.
Such things are common all over Norway - everything from eggs to fruit to jams and seedlings
left for people to take, leaving payment via electronic means or a secure cash box

 


Yours truly taking a rest from the clamber up Vinnufossen
(I have blurred the photos of Erik and Marion for privacy)



Kevin and I enjoying the spectacular views of the mountain range opposite,
taken from the Vinnufossen steps

Towards the end of our week in Norway we had a quick trip up to Marion and Erik's hytte (cabin) in the mountains of Oppdal, one of Norway's premier skiing regions. Every time we visit this place the relaxation is instantaneous; geographically it is spectacular, and the cabin is so delightfully rustic yet completely comfortable. Over the past couple of decades many fine meals prepared by Marion have been consumed in this traditional holiday cabin, with the wood stove blazing away and the snow falling softly outside (spring, winter obviously) or in summer with the long nordic day weaving its own magic.


Sunrise in Oppdal, Norway - late May 2025



Spring in Oppdal - great carpets of wood anemone everywhere!


Wood anemone (detail)


View from the deck of Marion and Erik's cabin in Oppdal


Views on my early morning walk in Oppddal
- the Trollheim mountain range and Gjevilvatnet (a large lake)


The town of Oppdal has this wonderful sculpture of a skier



One of the larger cabins in the Oppdal area

Before heading back to Marion and Erik's house near Tingvoll we visited the UNESCO World Heritage town of Røros. The last time we visited it was mid-winter and -10ºC, so it was nice to see Røros under different conditions. This picturesque little town has a long history in mining, with copper having been discovered in 1644, making it one of the most important mining towns in Norway. The timber buildings in Røros have been remarkably preserved, with most dating from the 1700s and 1800s. 

It was blissfully quiet mid-week in May and we found a really cute lunch venue that had been designed around a 1950s diner. After stuffing our faces at Freddy's we spent a couple of hours wandering around to admire the historic buildings, many of which are painted in vibrant colours. I had been hoping to come across an antiques or vintage shop whilst in Norway, and in Røros I thought my luck was in when I saw an attractive range of wares outside one of the buildings. Regrettably, this was merely an example of the trusting place that Norway is - the shop was actually closed! But the proprietors had helpfully left a representative selection of goods outside to let potential customers know what treasures awaited them on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays when the store would be open. This is not uncommon in Norway; at supermarkets and gift boutiques across the country you will often find honesty stalls, where customers are invited to take whatever they need, leaving payment either via electronic transfer or in a secure cash box.

These days Røros is a very popular tourist town and there are many high quality boutiques offering pottery, textiles, clothing and gourmet food items.  


Eafossen, a small waterfall near Holtålen, not far from Røros


Røros Church, a distinctive whitewashed stone building constructed in 1784 



Beautiful timber buildings line the streets of the UNESCO World Heritage town of Røros


This monument commemorates the discovery of copper in the early 1600s by Hans Aasen, a local farmer who shot a reindeer buck.
The rest of the herd, in its panic, kicked up the earth and Aasen's eye was caught by an unusual stone - which turned out to contain copper  


Lysstråle, one of many cafés in Røros 


Vibrant green building on Bergmannsgata in Røros


Freddy's, a fantastic 1950s diner in Røros


I couldn't resist a selfie with Elvis at Freddy's Diner


Rustic building with turf roof in Røros


Røros is full of charming timber houses...



...and lots of little alleys inviting exploration



The vintage store that was actually closed on the day we visited Røros. 
Yet such is the way of things in Norway that they happily left ALL THIS STUFF
on display outside... for when the shop would open in a couple of days' time!

So there you have it, a very enjoyable - albeit brief - trip back to Norway. We managed to pack in quite a bit during the course of just one week and the entire region was one long vista of blossoming trees, melting snow and thousands of waterfalls.


Springtime in Norway is pretty hard to beat



New growth on trees in the woodland behind Marion and Erik's house



Wow. Glamour in a public seating area of Oslo's international airport 


At present Kevin is in the Italian Alps with friends, cycling a route through the Dolomites and down to Lake Garda. When he returns next week we'll be in the final couple of weeks of our time at Frensham, this beautiful place where we've lived for the past seven years. It is with very mixed feelings that I approach that milestone, but we are excited to be starting a new life in Herefordshire. 

Until next time,

- Maree  xo