A Blustery Day in Kington St. Michael

The longer you don’t write, the harder it gets to write. Life took over for a while… a new job, Emily’s exams, coursework, housework, you know how it is I am sure. But, I have missed blogging, and so I am determined to ease myself into more regular postings. It is the spring that spurs me on, so much is going on outside and we have been out exploring and taking photos, so who else can I inflict these on but my lovely readers?

I have been self-employed for several years, and do various work for local people mostly admin and some copy writing for business websites. I recently started working on the reception of a local caravan site and it is one of the most enjoyable jobs I have ever done. I am very much an introvert and suffer from anxiety in most social situations, yet I have really enjoyed meeting the holidaymakers as they come to enjoy their time in the South West of England. It never ceases to amaze me that people actually choose to come here for their holidays, a place I’ve lived most of my life, while we head eagerly for the coast at the first glimmer of a ray of sun. It makes you want to try and appreciate what you do have right under your nose, you know?

We have many beautiful places to visit near here. The pictures above were taken in the small village of Kington St. Michael a couple of weeks ago. It is within walking distance of my house. Unfortunately the day was cold and blustery. This was good for whisking away winter’s cobwebs, but not so good for taking photos. The pictures are gloomy to say the least. Have you ever tried to take a picture of the delicate snake’s-head fritillary on a windy day? Well the above picture was the best I could manage under the circumstances.

I get weirdly excited when all the spring flowers are blooming and have this urge to take pictures of them ALL. I’d never seen the above tall snowdrop-like plant before, but have since looked it up (thank you google) and discovered it is called ‘leucojum‘ – a peculiar name for such a dainty flower.

I hope you are all well, and enjoying the changing of the seasons whichever part of the globe you live.

K xx

10 thoughts on “A Blustery Day in Kington St. Michael

  1. Sometimes it’s so rewarding to walk around with the eyes of a tourist in your neighborhood. I remember when I first moved to our rural little village I felt like I was on holiday all the time, and sometimes it still strikes me that way. Lovely pictures!

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  2. Lovely to see you blogging again Kim. I am so happy for you that the new job turned out to be a positive experience. I hope that Emily is getting on well through the exam period and you too! Your village looks very picturesque and I can see that tourists would want to visit. I bet you give some great tips and advice of places of interest to visit, to the tourists at the park. The photo of the fern intersts me. I would love to see that in my garden. x

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    1. Thanks Simone, it is good to be back ๐Ÿ™‚ things are still a bit stressful around here, but they’ll soon settle down. Take care xx


  3. So nice to see you back again. New job and all the other things in life – not easy to fit in something we do just for our own enjoyment.
    Like you Iโ€™ve struggled to find the time to post recently, but I do enjoy blogging and the posts are there in my head just waiting to get out.


  4. Gloomy??? I share Madame Bibi’s indignant response. Not at all. Fresh, succulent, vibrant, all that sappy green growing and floral bravery. The snakeshead fritillaries are the peach! Such beautiful delicate flowers and you have captured all that.


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