The Jurassic Coast

Yesterday my family and I got up really early and took a trip down to the Jurassic Coast. It was a lovely journey, very sunny and hazy and we stopped off at a sweet little tea room to have some breakfast. 

We decided to spend the day at the little coastal town of East Lulworth. We parked the car at Lulworth cove and wandered around the museum and heritage centre, before walking down to the cove and exploring the rock pools.

After we finished our ice creams (caramel fudge clotted cream - I know) it was time to climb the incredibly steep hill that lead to the cliffs. I resented that hill too much to take a photo of it, but I can assure you it was very steep!

It didn't matter though, because when we reached the top we were met with the following views:

This last picture is of Durdle Door which is a natural limestone arch. On the opposite side there was a stretch of cliff leading out to the sea, still fully intact. At the bottom of the cliff was a tiny, miniature version of this arch, which will apparently look the same as this one in some thousands of years time.

While we were walking along the cliffs edge, we spotted some old people having a breakfast picnic and reading the newspaper. It must be such a peaceful and lovely place to spend the weekend :)

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A funeral for a worm

Yesterday was a tragic day. My little brother Jack and our cute little helper, Katie stumbled upon a worm, breathing its very last breaths, abandoned by the side of our driveway. The worm had no friends. She was dying all alone, frying slightly in the evening sun. 

Rushing into my bedroom, the worm tenderly wrapped up in a bit of tissue paper, Katie presented the tragedy to me, asking if I could save the poor thing. There was a dramatic wail of sorrow as I announced the worms time of death. 

A brief, but touching funeral was held. The inscription on the memorial rock above reads, ''I'm sorry you died Kelly''. 

Feel free to hold a minute of silence at your leisure.

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Simple pleasures - cake for lunch

My little brother is starting at his new school tomorrow. His tummy has been full of teeny butterflies all day so we decided to bake a cake to take his mind off of his nerves. ♥

Northern lights

Apparently the northern lights should be visible over Iceland soon, shall we run away together?

At the weekend my uncle who is a pilot told me he sometimes sees the lights from the sky! He also sails and gets to see the stars on a clear night with no light pollution!

How perfect!

Writing prompt #2

Here's this weeks picture, a favourite of mine from a little while ago. 

What is this crowns story? Did someone intentionally attempt to destroy it or has it been damaged by age? Was it worn by a lost prince or was it made by a loving father for his little daughter to play princesses with? I think it was washed up on the sea shore with other mysterious treasures :)

As always, feel free to leave me a comment with your writing, I love reading your stories, you guys are so imaginative! 

(picture super-lovingly taken from this lovely tumblr!)

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Simple pleasures

Getting caught up in the pouring rain a mile along a deserted beach and returning home to a steaming bath and a large mug of hot chocolate <3

Testing blogging from my iPhone, sorry if the format is off - hope it works nicely!

What are your plans today, dears? :)

Gardens of Decaying Art

This morning I was lucky enough to spot this article by Lomography detailing an installation by a German architect. The landscape architect lay down piles of books, which have been left to decay in the Jardin de la Connaissance in Quebec.

It reminded me of my visit to the Carl Larsson garden in Sweden - you can find some information here but I'm sure I'll write a post about it soon! We spent the morning drinking wild strawberry soda in the little cafe next to the artist's house before taking a walk down to the river at the bottom of the garden. To the side of the garden there is a little wood, thoroughly hidden by the long, swooping branches of the typical Swedish fir trees. If you sweep these aside and sneak through, you find yourself in an eerie little forest, filled with decaying pianos. 

Covered in cobwebs with missing or broken keys, the decaying pianos were scattered about, as if abandoned and longing to be played. The often screechy, out of tune sounds produced from these instruments certainly lent themselves well to what was arguably the most perfect setting for a 50s horror movie.

Of the book installation, which was a part of the International Festival des Jardins de Metis, a Denzeen feature describes the work beautifully, in a way that is also very relevant to the abandoned pianos:

 "Invoking the mythic relation between knowledge and nature integral to the concept of ‘paradise’, we invite the emotional involvement of the visitor by exposing these fragile and supposedly timeless cultural artefacts to the processes of decomposition." 

(top picture lovingly taken from here)

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