A good mix of stories to bemuse you, entice you, laugh at … during Jenny’s last evening in Somerset … and a right 'mingle' of photos - be warned!
I never mentioned Somerzet zider did I – probably because we didn’t get to have any … I think we both had cider on our way round … but once in Somerzet it got forgotten! Too many other things to think about … that school house featured here ...
|Roses in full flower in late October 2015|
This lady is Maud – wonderful chalk art work I thought – I knew her with a pile of white, beautifully coiffed hair … we would see her when we went to St Ives to see my great uncle and Maud’s sister …
|Roses by the front door ...|
... to play tennis, be tipped upside down by my uncle and tickled mercilessly … to be followed by a tea of thunder and lightning: homemade scones, Cornish cream, blackcurrant jam or treacle … I almost always had the lightning.
|The Aga - with horse clothes airing ... and|
a world map to help the kids with geography
Jenny’s mother was my great uncle’s sister … if this helps in the scheme of family – and thus the connections of us all.
|Cupboard doors made from primary school desk tops|
We were staying with Maud’s daughter, who had invited her own daughter and grandchildren (from the school house) over to meet Jenny – after all Jenny lived in the land of the igloo … all icy, freezing cold, and with lots and lots of snow: how does she cope?!
|Igloo community from 1865 -|
not sure if the kids thought Jenny lived this
sort of life style?!
This needed to be clarified … but provided us all with amusing thoughts and teasing of the young ones (the youngest a feisty lad – he needed to be with two older sisters); it was half-term so the family had friends from Wales down to stay … so we were ‘a crowd’ …
Our hostess struggles with allergies to food, but had kindly brought all sorts for us … and had the family to foist left-overs onto.
|Smoked salmon on bread|
I helped with the snacks … I remember lots of smoked salmon on bread slices, some salmon slithers on their own, cheeses, veggie sticks and cucumber hunks – which I stuffed with one of the cheeses … some greenery … all good to go – and go it did.
There was lots of chatter and laughter, and making sure Jenny had time with the different members of the family …
|The school room - with the raised dais as a dining area|
… then we waved them off back to their school house … and settled to fixing up some supper – delicious … salmon with a lemon herb sauce, fresh veg and new potatoes … followed by a Waitrose dessert or fruit salad … I cannot remember what – but we were pretty full after the snacks etc
|Herby sauced salmon|
Then we had some cheese and coffee … Somerset cheeses – we could eat them, our hostess had a little of the goat cheeses … I love them all!
|A variety of cheeses ...|
I was asked if I’d like some of the cheeses to take with me to my next stop (down the road) to see an English friend, whom I’d met in South Africa: which I wasn’t going to refuse!
|The other side of the sitting room - with the|
Her parents live in the same town … so I was able to call in and see them … my mother and I had always called in, when they too lived in Sussex, for a sherry on our way down to my brother’s house in Sussex, when I came over from SA, and drop off letters, presents and news from their South African living daughter and grandchildren.
|The other half of the house - up to the bedrooms|
The next morning we ‘packed’ Jenny off to the train for London – and weren’t exactly early ... while the train was packed to the gunwales – still a porter was grabbed … and ‘orders’ issued to the guard on the train – to look after the treasured elder – a seat was found, the whistle blew and they were off.
|View across the fields from the school room|
We went back ‘home’ where I helped do what I could to clear up after our stay … and soon then I too packed and left. A rest was needed for our hostess …
|View from Maud's daughter's home|
I took those cheeses with me … went off to pass the time before I could visit for tea and then meet Clare for supper and find my bed for the night. The weather was now ‘wet’ … very damp and ‘depressing’ … still I found a place for a light lunch and a read …
|The tiny lanes ...|
Every time during the rest of the day – I thought to myself – why on earth is my car so ‘stinky’ … it was wet gumboot smell, almost dung-like … I couldn’t fathom it!
|It's almost November ... the leaves are still on the|
trees, the grass is green ... yes Autumn is coming
but it took its time - now in February we wait for winter!
Oh well – tea calls … the car is still stinking … but it was lovely seeing Clare’s parents – it’s now been 37 years that I’ve been popping in to see them.
|Chicken oven bake|
|A selection of Somerset cheeses - not the ones we had!|
… that packet of cheeses I’d been given – ah ha … now I know where the stinky-poo came from!! We laughed … but thoroughly enjoyed ourselves – a treat of extra cheese.
Well that is the end of our journey … I stayed over one night, and then went home via Chichester, where I’d stayed the night at the start of my journey – with some other SA friends – as I needed to collect something I’d left.
|Somerset Cider Press|
For all these posts and travels, I’d only driven 600 miles: Jenny and I had six nights in hotels, two nights with friends/relatives … and I had a bookend night at the beginning and start of the trip.
|Carved Bench ends of the pews in|
We had taken a few short side turnings – South Zeal, Brixham, Hartland Point, Altarnun … while some places needed more than one post …
|Joss Merlyn walking from the Moors back to|
… as too our stay at Emily Hobhouse’s birthplace St Ive, near Liskeard, and where her story starts aged 35, in 1895 … the visit to the Moors … a few posts here … and why this journey was undertaken …
|Lyles Golden Syrup - the very sweet|
'lightning' part of thunder and
lightning cream teas
Jenny, I might say, went on to London and then onto other relatives, more Emily tie ins around the Bath area, before heading off back to Vancouver Island and her family.
|These are six Ciders and Perries from England|
with some history to read
The worst thing about the whole trip ... is that I never had time with Jenny to go back over the trip, and to find out a few more of her thoughts and find out about that time in Bath. I shall have to ring her.
Next comes my post on Emily Hobhouse …
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