These snaps were taken on my last visit to Sidmouth, my late grandparents’ seaside abode, when we lunched at the top of Jacob’s Ladder. I have two very distinct childhood memories of this particular place: 1) my grandmother falling down, spraining her ankle and breaking her arm but not her spirit; 2) the flowers.
The garden ‘rooms’ are filled fabulous, flamboyant creatures made up of beautiful blooms – it was a veritable wonderland for a little girl. Although the sea is hidden from view, you can still taste its saltiness in the air and hear the gulls calling out (a sound that evokes the most glorious of seaside-y feelings when trapped in the landlocked Midlands).
The triumphant bursts of dahlias caught my eye on this last visit. I utterly adore these flowers.
Sipping sweet and spicy mulled wine from handcrafted clay cups, lit only by the flickering lanterns….. mmmm Christmas. With only days until the big day I thought it was time to remind myself of last year’s celebrations in Bremerhaven, Germany.
We visited every Christmas market we came across in Germany of which there were many. And the German’s know how to decorate a tree.
The food was not bad either. Which reminds me, I’m planning on making my stomach chuckle with delight at all the glorious food I will consume. I have visions of glazed mince pies surrounding a glistening iced cake decorated with gorgeously chewy gingerbread houses. And curled candy canes. And luscious chocolate truffles.
I could go on, but I have to clean the drool off the keyboard….