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  • Yule blessings
  • Langmoor Gardens, Lyme Regis
  • If my love were an ocean there would be no more land. Shakespeare - View towards Golden Cap and Seatown
  • I am longing to be with you and by the sea. Where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air. Bram Stoker
  • And all at once summer collapsed into fall. Oscar Wilde
  • Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. F Scott Fitzgerald
  • Every leaf speaks bliss to me. Fluttering from the autumn tree. Emily Bronte
  • The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for us to grow sharper. W B Yeats
  • Rabbits
  • Jays
  • Watercolour mouse
  • The grey horses - Frances Hodgson Burnett — 'If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.'
  • There is no remedy for love but to love more. Henry David Thoreau
  • Adopt the pace of nature. Her secret is patience.
  • How lovely is the silence of growing things
  • Glastonbury Tor - I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams - Virginia Woolf
  • To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson
  • Go forth under the open sky and list to natures teachings. Willian Cullen Bryant - Standing stones on Dartmoor, Devon
  • The family
  • Bullfinches and berries
  • Out with lanterns (Colmers Hill) - With words by Emily Dickinson
  • The Holloway
  • The blackbird is a bonny bird. I love his mourning suit. And song in the spring mornings heard. As mellow as the flute. John Clare
  • Come faeries take mout out of this dull world. For I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame. Yeats
  • For he would be thinking of love till the stars had run away and the shadows eaten the moon - W B Yeats - Silbury Hill in Wiltshire
  • The otters
  • “The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.” Louisa May Alcott
  • I am a mere breath of air for, a formless thought that thinks of you - Jean-Paul Sartre
  • Touch has a memory. Keats
  • South Street- Bridport 'There's no place like home'
  • No day ends when it makes a memory
  • The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart - Elisabeth Foley
  • Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
  • Butterfly - 'Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a gread deal of darkness yet become something beautiful. Author unknown
  • Dragonflies - Friendship isn't about whom you have know the longest. It's about who came and never left your side. Author unknown
  • Colmers Hill - The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for us to grow sharper
  • Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle
  • I ish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. Charles Dickens
  • With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts. Eleanor Roosevelt
  • Lyme Regis - Every traveller has a home of his own. And he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering'. Charles Dickens
  • Stourhead, Wiltshire - This blessed plot. This earth, this realm, this England. Shakespeare
  • “I can resist anything except temptation.” ― Oscar Wilde - Leakers Bakery, Bridport, Dorset
  • Abbotsbury, Dorset
  • Don't grow up too quickly lest your forget how much you love the beach
  • The power of finding beauty in the humbles things makes home happy and life lovely. Louisa May Alcott
  • My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light! Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • Seek happy nights to happy days - Shakespeare
  • We may sometimes sigh and sometimes smile
  • ‘I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain’ Keats

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