More on Pashley Manor as I’d promised.
This beautiful scone was eaten by me on a warm sunny day at Pashley Manor. It was flaky, crumbly (as a good scone should be) and filled with herbs and cheese. And yes, that is butter and I ate every bit of it.
A close-up… Oh, I remember it well.
We shall get back to Pashley Manor shortly. Perhaps later today. For now I want to bounce over to Exmoor, where we spent our trip within the trip. Five rainy, wet, cold, and somewhat glorious days traveling between the two moors: Ex and Dart. After the first day and a half of wetness we watched the weather report with the notion that somewhere on that peninsula there would be sun. And we found it. It was quite the trek on those crazy English roads but half the fun of sightseeing needs to be the journey getting to the destination otherwise one could find themselves quite miserable.
This beautiful spot happened to be in Exmoor, specifically the Doone Valley and even more specifically, Oare Church. An old and ancient structure and purportedly the church where Lorna Doone was shot on her wedding day. Through a small window, by her half brother.
Perhaps this window.
The view from the steps of the church - the peaceful Doone Valley.
A closer look…
The church gate. I must say, there is noting quite as inviting as a gate that is left open. It just calls to me… “enter… enter…”. And I usually do.
And this foreboding thing is Knole, Photoshopped to high heaven. I think the overlay really adds to the rather ominous feel of this place. I’ll share more of the moors, Pashley Manor and a touch more of Knole as I wade through my photos. I’m really just browsing through them and picking out the ones that appeal to me in that moment.
Does this not feel like the most chaotic and boisterous trip, ever? Hither and yon, to and fro, over and back? Oh, Shee and Pee, I can’t help but wonder… is this how it feels when your chaotic DIL comes to town? But far more than just looking at the photos, you’re actually living it? Bless you.