Spring into January, It’s Short Break Time!

pale hellebore

Come, breathe some clean spring air, feel your sap rise… revitalise, replenish your energy … a short break, a weekend, a relaxing week in a cosy Devon cottage with wood burner.

Yes, we’re blooming early again in The South Hams, spring is here in our lovely South Devon seaside valley. 

Snowdrops light fallen leaves, primroses peep through grass, hellebores ruffle their stamens in glory.  Blue periwinkle, honeysuckle and rosebuds continue.  Strolling up the lane today to feed the ducks and chickens (three hens and one duck laying now the light is longer), I caught the gold glint of aconite, pink campion above it.

Inspired, I walked to the orchard… last week, its pond was green with chickweed.  Today, it bulged with fresh frogspawn, like black bubblewrap.  The sheep have nibbled the reeds right back, the pond looks bald without its fringe.

Around the mill field spring and along the Gara Brook by Crownwheel Cottage‘s patio, hazel catkins dangle.   Quack Cottage’s garden is full of pink and white heliotrope, snowdrops grace borders.  Not long before the daffs are out.  Rose Cottage still has pink osteospermum daisies in its sunny herbaceous border, viburnum rosettes flower above. 

At dawn, about 7:15 now, the valley fills with hopeful birdsong.  At dusk, it’s owls we hear.

Barleycorn Cottage News  Barleycorn Cottage’s garden has a new look!  The great oak on the bank has blown down,  luckily, just missing the roof.  John’s ‘green gym’ workouts have been hearty as he safely dismantles the tree.  A new wildlife habitat in the brash pile along the leat, oak timber to season for projects and firewood.  Sunsets ahead from Barleycorn Cottage’s verandah!  

Email Christine or Jade with your short break or holiday dates.  Or send us a booking form.  We and the ducks would love to see you! 

Harry’s holidays…

Harry’s holidays…

 A grand old man, Harry is 14 and has spent every Whit week holiday for nine years at Watermill Cottages.  

And although his back legs are not too steady these days, and though sleep is almost, not quite, but almost, more important than food – he is a Labrador after all – he always goes for his morning and evening amble down to the stream to cool his paws, sniff the air and catch the breeze.

 He loves scents and knows them well here, he’s at home in Barleycorn Cottage where he’s stayed every year for nine years.  It matters, as his eyes don’t see too well now.  His nose tells him who we all are!

As you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, Harry needs help getting out of the stream.  Out for him is always up on to the grass.  It most certainly is NOT up a plank of wood, onto a flat rock and then onto the lawn.  

‘Honestly, who do they think I am!’  gruffed Harry, as he deftly removed a burnt sausage from beside the bbq.