(I found this is my drafts. So in the spirit of honesty – I didn’t do this ‘yesterday’)
I love shopping in Wellington. I’m talking about the little town in Somerset, England.
I enjoy doing my weekly shopping in local shops.
I’m so glad there’s a lovely hardware store. Yesterday I got
some wood glue to mend some shelves that I got from Freecycle,
some masking tape because Claire is decorating the cottage and has run out,
some sandpaper for paintwork
and a pair of gardening gloves.
I also went to the LETS market. It’s on the first Saturday of each month in the Friend’s Meeting House. Someone was selling material so I had to go. I bought some lovely organza for one Tone. I also bought some organic spelt bread rolls for money – 30p each. If you don’ know what LETS is I’ll do a post on it soon.
I popped into two charity shops and picked up a lovely mug in one and a basket in another. I can’t resist baskets. This one was £3 and the pretty mug was £1. We only have two mugs after I downsized big time so I need to build up a collection now I have a home to put them in.
I also checked out the junk yard that’s run by a Frenchman called Patrick. I got a bucket for 50p. He had a pile of them and when I asked the price he told me they were buy one get one free. So I got two. I wanted something to put my vegetable scraps in for composting and the handle of my old bucket snapped so it’s handy to have another one.
I popped into Sunseed the whole food shop and got miso, organic bananas and apples, natural nappy cleanser for my towels (I wash at 30 degrees and this stuff keeps the bacteria at bay).
I popped into Dotty Dolly’s to get some material for a patchwork quilt now I’m in my cottage.
I was rushing around because I’d parked at Waitrose carpark and so only had two hours. I hadn’t planned on going into the Farmer’s Market because last time I went (about two years ago) it was pathetic but it looked like they were making an effort so I rushed in. I’m so glad I did! There were many more stalls this time and found someone to buy my eggs from!
Last stop was Waitrose. That’s the supermarket for the discerning. I love Waitrose but would prefer if it would have more organic stuff. They concentrate on quality though so that’s something.
The owner told me that one of the jobs was to feed all the birds in the surrounding area. She wasn’t joking either.
I took this picture above from the shelter of the conservatory because as you can see, it’s raining. This is just one of the four main areas where there are feeding stations.
When she first arrived at the house she saw not much evidence of birds. That was until she started feeding them. She now has feeding stations all around the very large garden which need replenishing from the large bins of food each day.
She gives different seeds, grain, nuts and fat balls in different ways to attract different species of bird. She even has several barrels that are designed to feed the pheasants and partridge. The barrel has a hole at the bottom with a wire spring that when knocked releases the grain. I saw ducks availing themselves of this food the other morning too.
The owner buys bread especially for the ducks. Half a loaf a day gets distributed on the ponds.
Of course it’s not only birds who enjoy this feast. I’ve seen grey squirrels and rats too. The rats have holes by the feeding stations and pop out to get the nuts and seeds left by the birds.
Some animal has learned which bin the peanuts are in in the stables. They have also learned to knock off the shovel I placed on the lid to prevent the theft. I foiled them with a few bricks.
This is the old stable building where the feed is in large metal bins. It’s also another feeding station for the birds. Just out of the picture is another bird table for more food.
The owner said she’d put rat poison down to take care of the rats. Funny how we like and feed some animals and kill others.
The neighbours are not near us at all and when visiting they come around on bikes. The mum comes and takes the dogs out for a walk on the days the owner is at work. So they came for a visit and the children noticed a rook came to rest in the small pond at the back. It had it’s wings out. The neighbour rescued it from the pond but it stayed on the grass. It died later.
We also found a dead pheasant upside down inside the stables. I suspect they may have been poisoned by the rat poison but obviously have no proof. I haven’t told the owner yet. Just reported that all her girls were happy.
I’ve been so busy telling you about the animals that I haven’t mentioned the house. and that’s a shame because it’s a beautiful place. It’s one of those old English houses that has several different ages depending on which part you’re in.
The front entrance hall looks the oldest part although as you can see from the picture above, it’s been modernised in part. On the old paneling there are two carved Tudor Roses. This paneling is thick and rustic and looks like thick planks of wood the width of thick oak trees. Looks genuine Tudor building to my untrained eye. The front door (which is not used) has been stuffed with old newspapers all around the edges to keep out the draft.
There is a carved bench below the mirror and can you see the two light switches by the kitchen door? They are at least 1950’s era.
It looks like it was a farm house because it has stables and barns. At least one barn seems to have been annexed to the house as the lounge.
There are other rooms that look like they were outhouses the other side of the back entrance passageway. These have now been integrated into the house whilst using the original old outhouse doors.
When Claire takes the dogs for their walk I go to feed the sheep. They’re so cute. When I first met them they ran away form me but now even though they are still timid they’re also curious.
It will be interesting to see them when they’ve been sheared because they look a little fat to me. I though sheep ate grass but these also eat pellets and hay. They like the pellets and come and eat them straight away.
They have a little wooden shelter further down the field and another one here where they’re fed. This is where the cat lives.
This cat doesn’t look or act like an outdoor cat. It looks like a delicate indoor cat. So lovely and she likes a good stroke. She arrived one day and adopted the sheep. She’s nervous of the dogs with good reason, so the owner doesn’t take them when she feeds the sheep and cat.
As much as the owner would love to invite her into the house the mayhem would be too much. So she’s give her a lovely expensive home-upholstered footstool to sit on in the sheep shelter. She gives her food and milk on a few bales of hay so she’s off the ground.
Did I tell you it’s been raining here a lot? The main route to the field from the garden crosses two ditches with a tiny ridge in between. Immediately after navigating one steep slippery slope down and up there is another one even more steep! These two pictures were taken from the same spot. The above one looking behind and the picture below is looking forward.
These have got so muddy throughout the winter that they’re now quite treacherous.
I was so scared the last time I went through that so now Claire takes them.
We don’t own any wellington boots because the ones we bought were so uncomfortable that when we downsized last year we gave them away.
Fortunately the owners of these lovely dogs have spare wellies in our sizes! They are good quality ones made by Hunters.
I wondered how farmers and people who walk dogs in the country could wear wellies so much. Now I know. They spend twice or thrice the money and get a comfortable and warmer pair.