Thursday, 30 April 2015


Anniversary! Enjoying what we could not afford 66 years ago; lunch at the Guildhall Tavern, Poole:
a French restaurant in a million.

Musadet Sevre et Maine sur lie, Val de Loire
Escargots: Poole Crab; Profiteroles: Coffee.

They even took our photograph and enclosed it in this folder - what nice people.



Nothing more to add really, other than to refer you to the Guildhall Tavern website

http://www.guildhalltavern.co.uk/


Wednesday, 22 April 2015

What growing old is all about"!

When they say "move down to be near the family" but really mean "just in case!", what they haven't got in mind is Grandfather and Grandson enjoying an evening's golf at Canford Magna Golf Club in Dorset in the springtime.
If you are very observant you may see that I am not the athlete I make myself out to be - there is the shadow of a buggy in which we rode. But luxury is why you save your pennies in earlier life!



Sunday, 19 April 2015


I took a picture of this map to help describe where I have been, but I suppose the caption YOU ARE HERE will give you no more idea of where Eye Bridge is situated than why fish are swimming in a field and the kingfishers and butterflies in Dorset really are giant sized.

Here's another clue: we were enjoying a picnic on the banks of the River Stour. The odd shaped building on the horizon is Wimborne Minster, 15 minutes from home.

And here are the picnickers: Alison, Jack, Sammy and Doreen. I was here too, but someone has to take the pictures!



The River Stour meanders  through such lovely countryside: England as you may imagine it to be.














Turn the other way and view a little bit of Little Pamphill














The Stour rises in Wiltshire, just over the border with Dorset. Perhaps you have been to Stourhead - on the right?

For my American reader in Augusta,  60 miles is hardly a river in your terms: but you have to admit it is lovely Norm.






Thursday, 16 April 2015

"I do like to be beside the seaside"


We went down to the seashore this morning.

There are all sorts of seasides. The lad with the football probably thinks this is the best.
















But from a viewpoint just behind him the same seashore is a rambler's paradise.















And looking at it a different way, sailors probably have their own picture in mind when someone says "seaside".


But in truth it just happens to be the same piece of Poole harbour; a panorama that shows why it is the largest natural harbour in Europe and why it is so many things to so many people. If for example you are a golfer, the beautiful Isle of Purbeck Golf course is on those hills you can see in the background.





If you are more active you can turn around and discover many views of what a seaside is from Rockley Park.












Then again, perhaps it can get a bit rough for us poor old people.








Perhaps we'll just get on our bikes and go down to the Quay!





Wednesday, 8 April 2015

"In grateful memory . . . "

Shapwick is about 6 miles as the crow flies from Pimperne: both are in rural Dorset. You could walk it in just over two hours, which is what people were obliged to do at one time. 

Shapwick’s population in 1800 was 409: now below 200. The village is on the River Stour. Until flood defences were built, flooding in the village was a permanent problem. The village was there long before William the Conqueror came to Britain in 1066.

Pennel Kerley from Pimperne in Dorset married Elizabeth Down in Shapwick 11 September 1794. He was 25 she was 21. They lived and died in Shapwick, Pennel on the 5th March 1857 aged 88, Elizabeth two years later on 27 December 1859; she was 86.

In March 1796 their daughter Susanna was born. At the age of 20 she married 26 year old Robert Frampton in Shapwick. He was a carpenter. Their children were Henry Emmanuel, Fanny, Phineas, Susan and George. We know that Framptons had lived in Shapwick since 1675; doubtless for many years before.
Over the years, through marriage, a Kerley became a Frampton, Barfoot, Downe, Mitchell, Masterman, Cuff, Bennett, Short: all within Shapwick. Generation upon generation of bachelors, spinsters, widows, widowers and children, many of whom died young. They would have become as one extended family.

 This their church, St Batholomews, was the focus of many of their comings, joining togethers and goings  

 Their work was as labourers, shepherds, carpenters, cordwainers, servants, wheelers, yeomen, husbandmen, innkeepers.  They died of Scarlet Fever, “a fall from a waggon”, Typhus Fever, “run over by a waggon”, “killed on the spot by a fall from a horse”, “son of Andrew and Emma Kerley died at birth unbaptized”. 



Until, 1914: the start of the Great War.


Added to the base of a medieval cross is the Shapwick War memorial which lists the 43 names of Shapwick men who served during the war. Eleven are Kerleys.  Seven did not return, one of whom was a Kerley.

I was admiring some new thatch on the roof of a cottage not far from the cross.
"They don't spend much on the inside" said the elderley lady occupant. If we weren't protected 'they' would have had us out by now. Get a fortune for it"
"Village is not what it was: no homes for the villagers as used to be. People were born here, lived here all their lives. Now we have places used for holidays by people who don't live here or come from here".

It is a changed and changing world. But, for the elderly lady busy weeding her immaculate garden, and her husband with whom we exchanged a few words, I felt that in this very quiet and pastoral corner of England, the names on the war memorial had achieved something of great importance: the present and future for at least one couple had been safeguarded.



River Stour at White Mill near Shapwick.