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- The Holloway

- Sweet Moon - Shakespeare 'Sweet Moon, I thank you for your sunny beams. I thank you, Moon, for shining now so bright'.

- 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

- Jays

- Lyme Regis - you can shake the sand from your shoes but not from your soul

- Do small things with great love

- They Grey and the Bay

- We don't remember days we remember moments - Cesare Pavese

- 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

- Always remember you are loved.

- Japonica

- I am a mere breath of air for, a formless thought that thinks of you - Jean-Paul Sartre

- Coal Tit

- And as to me. I know nothing else but miracles. Walt Whitman

- Dorset in the snow (Chideock)

- Symondsbury, Dorset, in the snow

- Touch has a memory. Keats

- How lovely is the silence of growing things - Pink Hollyhocks

- When it hurts to look back and you're scared to look ahead. You can look beside you and your best friend will be there. Author unknown

- I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky - Virginia Woolf

- South Street- Bridport 'There's no place like home'

- No day ends when it makes a memory

- The grey horses

- The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart - Elisabeth Foley

- There are always flowers for those who wish to see them - Henri Matisse

- You are so brave and quiet. I forget you are suffering. Ernest Hemingway

- When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up Till it could come no more. Robert Louis Stevenson

- The Dorset Countryside - In all the world there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world there is no love for you like mine. Maya Angelou

- Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. A A Milne

- 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

- Puffins

- 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

- Winter is the time for comfort. It is the time for home. Edith Sitwell

- Lyme Regis - Every traveller has a home of his own. And he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering'. Charles Dickens

- And you will keep me safe. And you will keep me close. And rain will make the flowers grow. Victor Hugo

- 'Forever is composed on nows'. Emily Dickinson

- 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

- My life isn't perfect but it does have perfect moments.

- 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

- No day ends when it makes a memory

- Seek happy nights to happy days - Shakespeare

- For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love. Carl Sagan

- 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

- Ernest Hemingway — 'You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.'
