Walking the dog across the fields this morning in the warm, slightly misty, spring sunshine – skylarks singing, the sea glistening in the distance – was an uplifting start the day. I still walk with my daughter to the local village primary school, even though she is in her final year and old enough to walk on her own. It’s lovely to have that time together, just the two of us, and she doesn’t seem to mind. She’ll be travelling by train to secondary school with her brothers in September, so these are precious times.

It couldn’t be more of a contrast with my previous life in SW London and the walk to school alongside busy roads, nose-to-tail traffic, planes overhead, everyone rushing. Don’t get me wrong, I loved aspects of my life in the big smoke but this is where I now feel rooted and in my natural place. Being a forces baby, my childhood was peripatetic. We rarely lived in one place for more than a couple of years but all of the RAF stations where we lived were either by the sea or in the countryside and I think that may be why I feel so comfortable in this environment. Perhaps my children will hotfoot it back to the city when they’re older!

Our rescue dog, Cassie (a lurcher), would have hated London. She was a bag of nerves when we adopted her two years ago and still gets spooked by lots of traffic or loud noises. The wide, open spaces here suit her perfectly. I can let her off the lead in the arable fields and she runs and runs in big circles round me, the growing crops tickling her tummy. If dogs could laugh with joy, she’d be doing it.


David has been rebuilding one of the retaining walls in the garden this week and uncovered a slow worm curled up under a rock. We found quite a few last year, mainly in and around the compost heap, but this is the first sighting this year. He also came a cross a large toad and narrowly avoided dropping a rock on its head. Luckily, he managed to transfer it to the side of the pond where it shook itself off and dived in.

This slow worm had a rude awakening.
This slow worm was discovered curled up asleep under a rock.

I’m busy potting on seedlings whenever I have the time to do it. I’m awestruck that tiny seeds (some too small to handle individually – you just have to shake them over the compost and hope they spread out) can grow into miniature plants with leaves, delicate stems and tendril-like roots. Transferring these fragile seedlings into pots can be tricky, especially when they’ve wrapped their roots around each other. I’ve found that the wrong end of a pencil is the best tool for teasing them out of their trays and gently easing them apart. Over the next few weeks, these babies will grow into larger, more robust plants and then we can plant them out into the garden where they can really get their roots down.


6 thoughts on “Roots

  1. It sounds like you live in a really beautiful place. I’ve never lived in the country, only small towns or suburbs, or as now, in a city that sprawls really wide in every direction so it feels like you’re in a suburb even though you’re technically still in the city. I like the look of your slow worm. It looks like snake to me? I don’t know whether that’s a different animal altogether. I like the way you peacefully re-homed him. I hope you have a great weekend, Sam.


    1. I loved living in the city but feel more myself here in the countryside by the sea (where it is beautiful). The slow worm is a reptile and classified as a lizard (without legs!) rather than a snake. Apparently it’s because they can shed their tails and blink their eyes. Thank you so much for your comment. Have a lovely weekend too.


  2. Such a lovely place to live where you are Sam! How nice to have that peaceful setting to connect with your kiddos!!! Thank you for stopping by my blog! I look forward to journeying along with you here! Here is to a great week and happy gardening! Nicole


  3. You live in a beautiful area, and how nice that you can share your daughter’s walk to school. We recently moved from Leeds to the south coast and I miss how we could walk to school in Leeds. Here, it’s a good 35 minute walk and just a bit too far for my youngest, who is 5. When he’s a bit bigger we’ll attempt it more because I love how energised I feel when I get in from the walk to school in the mornings.


    1. Thank you Gillian. We’re lucky to have a school in the village – I’ll miss the walk after this final term but at least I’ll have my dog to do a morning walk with. You’re right, it is energising and I hope you’ll be able to do it more often soon. Sam


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