“Compassion for our ugly” 

In the last couple of weeks words have been used and misused, to deceive, accuse, blame, hurt, malign and divide us. I have frequently felt lost for words and have felt I wanted to withdraw from conversations and hide.

One morning recently, when we as a nation seemed to be doing our murderous ugly worst to each other with words and weapons, I read this poem. Even as we shudder at our own failure, we are not abandoned, we are loved in our ugliness. And we have been entrusted with “the Word” to offer the same to others.

It is when we face for a moment
the  worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, our brother,
the Word. 

Denise Levertov “The mystery of the incarnation” The Stream and the Sapphire

Garden glories

Skies may be grey and there are more showers than sunny moments, but the garden is looking beautiful. Flowers and veg plot flourishing, thanks to Steve’s constant war on slugs. A few strawberries are beginning to ripen now, and we have a lovely crop of yellow mangetou peas. Beans and sweet peas are climbing in the poly tunnel and outside.

We will be opening the garden in a couple of weeks (June 26th) to raise funds for Colehill Community Library. (Tickets available at the Library)

Hope the rain eases off a bit by then!

Dorset days

A month since we were in Venice and we’re still enjoying the memories…

But there have been some lovely moments back home in Dorset. We went to the thought provoking and moving production by Wimborne Community Theatre “What They Left Behind”. Based on stories around objects left behind by those involved in the First World War, and the effect it has on Wimborne families. It was set in four different settings all,within earshot of the Quaterjack bell in the Minster. Sobering and sad, with touches of humour.


We have also enjoyed travelling Dorset lanes edged with drifts of cow parsley, to visit artists studios taking part in Dorset Art Weeks. Potters, painters, textile artists, glass makers, wood workers and more. Many work quietly in studios in their own homes for most of the year, hidden away in beautiful rural settings, but open their doors to the public for two wonderful weeks. Find out more here…


And then we have the wonderful Dorset coastline, which was especially beautiful in the sunshine this week. Yes, we did have a few hours when the clouds parted!

We love Dorset! 😍




A day to remember

A day like no other – sights, sounds and crowds! Venice in sunshine…

So amazing, under an azure sky, a magical city floating on an aquamarine lagoon. Twisty windy passageways, with intriguing shops, jammed with people of every nationality. Steep stepped bridges over quietly lapping canals, threading through tall elegant buildings, whose ancient footings are stained green and encrusted with barnacles. Gondolas, water taxis, speed boats, ploughing the busy thoroughfare of the Grand Canal.

Palaces, churches, bells and clock towers, and wide open squares, crowded with people listing to guides, or listening to live music in the elegant cafes.

I’ll leave a few pictures to tell some of the rest of the story…

More views…

More views of Lake Garda… Hope they bring back happy memories for those of you who know this part of the world. 

Evening light…

Morning light…

View from the Bastilo above Riva Del Garda

Sight seeing…

The last few days have been a complete change of scenery. A trip to the Italian Lakes, staying at Riva on Lake Garda. The weather has been glorious. We toured the lake, by road and ferry, calling at delightful towns such as Salo, Sirmone and Garda.

Another day we took a trip north of the Lakes into the Dolomite mountains. Spectacular sights! 

Embroidered holes

I haven’t written much here recently, but I am stitching some bits.

A couple of pieces made at recent workshops. The first is made with polyester organza scraps trapped under sheer, and free machine stitched in a flower doodle pattern. Then shapes were cut out with a soldering iron, to allow a background fabric to show through. 

The other also has holes. Strips of hand dyed lace, embroidered and then joined with insertion stitches, and laid on a background fabric.