Last night I knelt by the altar in Sherborne Abbey and instead of looking down to pray, I looked up. And marvelled.
Gretel le Maître 🐘
Just a few days apart. Dear little Sherborne Abbey, nestled contentedly as generations of us come and go over the centuries.
Cornwall a few weeks ago…
A lurking thing under my bed…
Excited to start thinking about this year’s build up to Christmas read. Thoughts:
1. Pickwick Papers
2. Tess of the D
3. The Woodlanders
4. Wuthering Heights
5. Mapp and Lucia
6. Middlemarch
7. The Little Duke
8. John Inglesant
Where should I go on a Sunday evening?
Why Sherborne Abbey of course. A beautiful constant in my life. Comme le ciel 🌌
Bouncing Pup through the long grass. Little pup on the prairie 🌾☺️
My favourite colour foxglove I espied yesterday. Only for the well to do vixens 🦊
Fireplace detail, former Sherborne Abbey building and now cafe and shop.
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