The Harvest Moon & the Low Tide

Apparently it’s not going to happen again for around a decade; that huge harvest moon we had on 17 September, if you were lucky enough to see it, was like an enormous glowing globe. It was a wonder to witness; but with it came an extremely low tide that we also wondered at and wandered along…

It had been sucked out to sea; the sea that is, sucked and pulled back from our shores to somewhere else

Exposing acres of kelp, rock pools and winkles that were being harvested by one family


But we walked on, past our usual rock-pooling place to a cove we had only once before visited because it is usually cut off

We reached the archway, the cathedral sized giant gateway to the other side that is rarely accessible, only at the lowest of low tides


We pass the scoured cliff face, softened by its grassy growth and on we go through…to the other side


I look back at the tidal portal through which we passed


Like enormous ancient ruins of long forgotten civilisations the pillared cliffs stand chiselled and worn


The gigantic slashed shifting cliff face like a conveyor belt that has seized up, looms over us


Bits are missing at the bottom giving way to caverns and caves with their dark mysterious pull

Others have been judiciously blocked by falling slabs or rising tides that shovel hefty heaps of stones into the gap


The rarely trodden beach cries for joy as trusting travellers crunch their way across its stony banks


Another slit in the cliff face where birds and bats nest safe in the knowledge they are unlikely to be disturbed


A thin doorway for a slim Jim, I could but I won’t, it’s too risky even for someone like me


The cormorants take a dim view of being disturbed, they’re not used to people passing close by


I look ahead to the next headland and wonder what lies beyond, the tide has turned but it still has a way to go before it cuts me off

The huge blocks of stone lie atop one another, carved by the sea and the storms, accepting their lot and self righteously remind us this is not the usual haunt of the beachgoer


But the more familiar and friendly limpets sit unmoved by the dominant influences around


And the seaweed fringes embedded into the long forgotten rock-fall hang freely


I look ahead to the next headland and wonder what lies beyond; I continue to wander

Until I reach the next beach. I think it’s Branscombe but the tide has turned and the cathedral watery doors will soon close

So I turn back, once more passing the placid limpets and hippy faced rocks

But the peace is suddenly broken as a small team of noisy motorised hang gliders appear from nowhere skirting around each cove


I bet the cormorants took a dim view of that

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Pam Ayres, the 1970s and shifting wardrobes

“Welcome to the canvas cathedral”


Just the most perfect description for the enormous marquee where the big shows will be taking place during the Sidmouth Folk Festival; our compere continued with his introduction,

“Ices will be available during the interval…” the audience (excluding me) erupted into laughter and all I can say is they have a pretty warped sense of humour. Seems the compere was similarly bemused for a few seconds until he twigged what ‘ices’ sounds like. So he rephrased it…”ice cream will be available…” to more laughter.


So it seemed the audience were well and truly primed for the main star of the show,

“I was last here in 2009 and since then I’ve had a knee operation” audience make sympathetic noises, “yes, I fell out of a ski lift…in Gloucester.”

The foundations were well and truly laid for an afternoon of laughter as the renowned and extremely funny Pam Ayres took the stage.


The last time I saw Pam was on the TV way back in the 70s and 80s alongside the likes of that other great talent Dave Allen; when comedy was hilarious without the need of swearing every third word or extreme sexual innuendo.

“I go into my office with my flatulent dog and throw open the windows”

Times change but I’m pleased to say Pam Ayres doesn’t and her comedic delivery was both fresh and funny with plenty of modern day dilemmas.

With a mixture of anecdotes, personal reflections and family memories, Pam chatted away to us in friendly camaraderie style inviting everyone to join her as she revisited places of old

“When I got married my mum gave me some advice – never let your husband know you can shift the wardrobe on your own”

and some of her latest trips

“The two BMW people ended up siting behind the horse that had evidently enjoyed a hearty breakfast that produced some paralysing methane…”

and jokes

“A horse walked into a bar and ordered a Prosecco, a glass of Chardonnay, a Bloody Mary (not too spicy) and a vodka. He drank each one then said to the bar tender ‘I shouldn’t be doing this with what I have’, why, what have you got? he asked. ‘Twenty five pence’ the horse replied.

The youngest of six, one sister and four brothers, Pam Ayres grew up in a council house in Stamford in the Vale and recalls her house was by no means scholarly and as for early poetic influences, there weren’t any; unless you include the Rupert the Bear annual they had (one of only three books she can recall owning) which she didn’t like because ‘everything was tormented by verse’.

There was however, an ash tray in the shape of a skull; you put the lit cigarette in the mouth and the smoke came out of a hole in the top and there was rhyme written on it

Poor old Fred smoked in bed

“That was my poetical influence!”

She recited some old favourites including ‘I wish I’d looked after me teeth’

So I lay on the dentist’s chair and gaze up his nose in despair

Then there was the trip she took to Newquay with her sister and family when she was persuaded to buy a wet suit and visited the surf shop where there was a young Australian girl working and when asked how you relieve yourself once you’ve got the suit on, the girl replied

“There are those who wee in them and those who lie”

With her unstoppable wit and insatiable desire to bring a smile to everyone’s face, I’m glad the 1970s are alive and well and just as an aside, it’s too late, it’s not just the wardrobe I’ve shifted, it’s the whole bedroom!

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If you were sent an unsolicited bar of chocolate in the post, would you eat it?

You would? Really? Oh, OK, maybe I’m in the minority then but I wouldn’t and I haven’t and I don’t plan to.

But I do like the packaging within which said item was lurking.

And that’s the thing isn’t it, we all enjoy receiving something in the post; it makes us feel wanted, reassures us we haven’t been forgotten and that there are people out there who think about us.

So when I received a very plush, squishy and shiny blue padded envelope this morning, my curiosity was heightened. Who would go to such an extravagant length and I began to mentally go through my list of friends, which didn’t take long before anyone chips in.

I was certain it would be something quite special in there; the anticipation and excitement is often the highlight of receiving such surprise packages and I envisaged a long forgotten photo someone had come across that would become very dear to me or a special keepsake from a close and loving relative or perhaps I had won a prize, but this was the least likely answer as I haven’t entered any competitions.

I just couldn’t think who could have sent it or why.

So I opened it and peeked inside.

It looked like an invitation; an A5 sized card along with something more bulky.

So I tipped the contents out onto the table.

Which is when I discovered the bar of chocolate.


And the piece of card I thought was an invitation to some swanky affair requiring me to invest in a stunning evening outfit was in fact a promo card inviting me to

“Take a load off and grab a few minutes’ break with a bar of chocolate and our game #RunTheNet”


But the main purpose of the card was not to entreat me to attend some lavish affair but to persuade me to use HeartInternet as my web host.


To say it was anticlimactic would be an understatement; no heart warming family memento, no heartfelt outpouring from a loved one, not even an invite to a party. Just a bar of chocolate that I won’t be eating and a sales pitch I won’t be buying.

But hey! I have a very attractive plush blue padded envelope I can reuse; maybe I’ll find a special token of affection and send it to someone I know to remind them they are being thought about…I might even enclose a bar of chocolate!


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The English Civil War, the American War of Independence and a complete stranger

Lady Strode, brutally murdered either by a soldier or by the hands of a Strode from the Newnham, Devon side of the family who supported the Parliamentarians; the truth is unlikely to be known, but what is known is Lady Strode would not allow Colonel Fairfax or his men to enter Parnham House in Beaminster, Dorset in 1645 and it was this defiance that led to her untimely death.


Now just over 370 years later, I was delighted not only to meet a descendant of this feisty Royalist but also take her into the house, indeed, through the very door where her ancestor met her very bloody and violent death.

To say Paula was overwhelmed would probably be an understatement; from the moment we made our way through the electronically controlled gates and drove through the parkland that surrounds Parnham House, I think a final piece of her genealogical inheritance clicked into place.

Fortunately we chose the one and only day of the week when it wasn’t pouring with rain, indeed the sunshine added extra sparkle not just to the “small lake” that sits demurely at the end of the perfectly manicured gardens, but to the private mini tour we were given thanks to Hans, the Treichl’s butler who was more than happy to talk about the décor and ghosts that are known to inhabit this grade 1 listed Tudor mansion.


But how did this very unusual and wonderful opportunity arise?

It wasn’t so much a detective story as an online chain-link of events, starting with Paula Appleton who lives in New Mexico and who decided to research her family tree, having discovered she had links with early American settlers who had bought their own ship and sailed across the Atlantic from England.

This is what she discovered about her immigrant forebears:

“A Strode fought in the American Revolutionary War with General and President Washington.  A Strode also fought in the Battle of Monmouth (in Monmouth, New Jersey on the East Coast of the United States).  Also the War of 1812, the American Civil War as well as other battles.  The early arrived Strodes also travelled across the wilderness with Daniel Boone ending up in the State of Kentucky as it was later known.  The Strodes built a fort called Strode Station about 8 miles from the Boone’s fort in Winchester, Kentucky.  The Strodes have an elementary school named after them in Winchester as well as memorial markers in town about Strode’s Station.  The Strodes and Boones are considered two of the first families of Kentucky.”

It sounded like the family had greater than the average fighting spirit!


Anyway, back to the 21st century and how we came to be visiting the fantastic Parnham House; Paula found an article I had written about Parnham for Dorset Life Magazine that was on their online archive site and it was then a simple case of tracking me down via the wonderful world of Google.

So on her way to Italy, she stopped off to take a dip into her past and I was happy to help, any excuse to visit this fabulous house. There was the games room that may have been an ice room at one time, the sitting room where guests would enjoy their pre-dinner drinks, dining room with a walk-in fireplace and grand table to seat 30 guests comfortably. The walls were adorned with magnificent paintings, some harking back to the Treichl’s Scottish ancestry but all of them worthy of hanging in any London gallery.

The gardens were peaceful and we imagined the Tudor gentry strolling along the same paths we now trod. Then there were the vegetable and fruit gardens and flower beds that were alive with the harmonious hum of happy bees who were drawn in by the bright colours of the many different flowers.


Our tour returned us to our starting place and it was time to depart; Paula and her friend each gave Hans a big hug which he took with good grace – I stuck to the more distant hand shake and we parted company.

I returned to my life as  a freelance writer cum temporary tour guide and Paula went onto Bridport to enjoy that richly bohemian Dorset market town before leaving the UK the next day to fly down to Italy.

Thus through the medium of our online world, I was able to help a complete stranger make an important connection to another time and another continent, but I have a hunch that Lady Strode was keeping a close eye on her American side of the family, just in case there was another civil war in the offing…

“Dear Sophia,  Thank you so much for arranging the visit to Parnham House.  It was beyond my expectations. It was wonderful that you would set up the visit.  I am very grateful to have been able to walk in the footsteps of Sir Richard Strode and Elizabeth Gerard and their son, Sir William Strode Esq, who was born at Parnham.  Living history!!
You will always be welcome to visit New Mexico when you’re visiting the States.”


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I was inspired by Christine Lagarde on BBC Woman’s Hour but then the estate agent arrived

After the usual weekday morning rush and dropping off sons 1&2 at school I hurried on to one of my four jobs I currently hold down; then not for the first time I despised my lifestyle and longed to find just one job of work that I knew precisely where I would be each day and for how long. But instead my daily schedule is to say the least, impossible to schedule.

But en route to visiting my mother who is now in a care home; this duty being on top of my four jobs, I listened with interest to Christine Lagarde who was speaking to Jenni Murray on BBC Woman’s Hour.

I felt immediately inspired when she spoke of the benefits of diversity and how different views and experiences all help to give a balanced outlook and resolution to problems.

Yes! I thought, you can’t get much more diverse than having several jobs, dealing with the deteriorating health of an aging mother and looking after house and home. My erratic and by-the-seat-of-your-pants lifestyle must mean I’m a well rounded, sensible, compassionate human being. I felt invincible and started to work out how I would slot in a trip to the bank before heading off to the theatre to interview some performers, leaving me just enough time to dash back to collect my sons at the end of the school day.

Watch me fly!

But then someone popped my inflated balloon of fervour.

Because I had to tear back to our house to meet the estate agent along with his measuring friend so they could take photos and measurements of rooms etc

No, don’t get excited, it’s not our house we are selling, it’s not even our house. We rent and the owner is selling up which means we have to move out. Not just that but being a lowly tenant we have to allow the estate agent and all their pals to tramp round, opening doors and cupboards, look inside wardrobes and inspect fixtures and fittings.

Suddenly my unconquerable spirit was doused in a dose of reality and the prospect of trying to find yet another suitable house to rent (this will be 6th move in 11 years) reminded me I’ve cocked up badly; and as the two men wandered round, in and out, up and down, I resigned myself to my lowly status once more.

I didn’t even wait for them to leave before making a cup of tea and cutting myself a slice of cake (and no, I didn’t offer them either option); but as I squeezed the bag, perhaps just a bit too hard because the bag started to split, I gave myself a dressing down. I think I may even have spoken out loud, no matter the estate agent thinks I’m a lunatic, though it may put off prospective buyers, but what the heck.

Sorry, as often happens when I become maudlin I start to digress; I reminded myself that despite the number of different jobs I have, I’m still able to do all the other stuff that is important, including visiting my mum, taking my sons to school and of course my writing.

So I reckon Christine is right, diversity is a good thing and I am a well rounded, sensible and compassionate human being, but if you should happen to have a full time job or even permanent part time, you can offer an ex-claims manager who is a fairly good copywriter and very good at meeting & greeting people, don’t be slow in coming forward because at the moment you won’t see me for dust!



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The Regent Cinema: the iconic Art Deco cinema in Lyme Regis is no more

It’s just bricks and mortar.

How often has that been said to me when I lament the lack of our own home, somewhere that holds special memories; perhaps there are pen marks on a door frame recording growth heights of children, or a bedroom that was once a nursery or a window through which I used to watch my sons at play.

But it’s not is it, not just bricks, mortar, doors, rooms or windows; as we have witnessed today, Tuesday 22 March 2016, when the iconic Lyme Regis Art Deco Regent Cinema opened 11 October 1937 caught fire at around 2pm. Within a few minutes the roof collapsed as the flames engulfed this wonderful old building. Eye witnesses described ‘popping’ sounds like a gun going off or fireworks as the Grade II listed property was consumed by the flames until it was destroyed a couple hours later.


There has been a huge outpouring of emotion that not only demonstrates how people have been affected by its demise but it also proves bricks and mortar are so much more than just building materials.

When the Regent Cinema was built on the site of Bow House Hotel and architect Mr W H Watkins of Bristol was employed by the Hardys, they wanted to provide their customers with something very special commensurate with the high regard they had for their clientele.

engine after fire out

The roof has collapsed

And it was the elegant sophisticated simplicity of the 1930s that was soon welcoming the throngs of dedicated cinema goers.


Now, some 80 years later, whilst the audience numbers have dwindled, those who patronise it or even those who simply admire its Art Deco splendour have been left feeling bereft and grieve for a loss that can never be returned.

You need only listen to local opinion; at the Tesco Metro check-out I overheard a customer recalling his childhood days of enjoying the Saturday film and the lady behind the counter reminisced about her trips to the ‘picture house’ .

Local author Tracey West said “goodbye to the only cinema I’ve ever known to serve you tea and coffee in a proper china cup”

Nicholas J Batty said on Twitter “Terrible news…I’ve enjoyed many a good film within this wonderful building”.


Fire fighters recovering nearby


The press release from Scott Cinemas states they believe it was an electrical fault that caused the fire but reassuringly add:


“However, we are fully confident that this loss of the cinema facility will be temporary and that the Regent will be rebuilt to its former glory. As a listed building it was insured with this requirement in mind”

So yes, it is only bricks and mortar, but there’s a whole lot more to a building than what it’s made from and I think we will all look forward to this phoenix rising from its ashes.

ladder raised

A history of the cinema

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Kate Adie has always been my heroine

“It’s nothing like the movies; in a war zone you are so scared you actually shit yourself, that’s why a war zone stinks”

I grew up with Kate Adie. Throughout my early adolescence and on through my teens, twenties and thereafter, in fact of all the news reports I recall watching, it is Kate who I remember most of all. I was in awe of this amazing woman who seemed to think nothing of having a face-off with anyone; world leaders, royalty, dictators, the list was endless and if there was a fray, she’d almost certainly be in the middle of it.

So it has always been a goal of mine to listen to her speaking at a literary event and I finally achieved that at the Dorset Women’s Week 2016 that was organised by Women’s Action Network Dorset (WAND).


The Main Hall at Dorchester’s Dorford Centre was comfortably full of women, mostly in the just-over-middle-aged and older bracket and other than two voices that were audible above the cacophony of chatting; there was a general hubbub of excited anticipation. So I guess I wasn’t the only one who was eager to see Kate.

At 12pm she arrives to loud applause and straight away comments that technology is designed with only men in mind as she tries to find somewhere to fix the microphone equipment!

Kate with mic

She tells us about her background and how she came to enter the world of journalism having gone to an all-girls school,

“The greatest thrill was to see a man walk over the threshold and there was only one man at our school and we suspected the headmistress had him neutered!

The only reason I went to university is because my name was first on the register and the headmistress was determined to send one girl; I studied Swedish and Ancient Icelandic and my tutor told me I would be a national treasure…should the Vikings ever invade again!”

Kate talked about the unfairness of so called sexual equality and the areas of law still in existence that continue to disadvantage women; also how low paid part-time jobs and zero hour contracts still fall mostly on women.

Kate close up

But it was when she moved onto her personal stories that I really tuned in; her first day in the BBC that she spent looking for the news room because she didn’t want to appear a numpty and end up in the Blue Peter studio by mistake; and when she did find it, there were two male journalists in front of her who were given assignments in Northern Ireland and Angola but she was sent to Crufts!

But she stuck at it, did her absolute best and kept on looking for opportunities and during this time the law was slowly starting to change so women were treated more equally. And it is the law that makes all the difference; something Kate emphasised on several occasions, if you have the law on your side then you can demand your rights.

As her career progressed she started to report from many war torn nations and has been to all the major battles including Tiananmen Square, and whilst she told us that as a general rule she never puts herself or her crew in the line of fire, on this occasion she did so the world could see just what was happening as the Chinese government ordered soldiers to open fire on unarmed innocent civilians.

Then there was the start of the Bosnian War when she and a fellow reporter crawled across the streets of Sarajevo in search of something, as shrapnel and gunfire flew over their heads. What were they looking for? she asked, and was shown a slab of concrete on a pavement with an imprint of shoes; that was the spot where Gavrilo Princip stood when he shot Archduke Ferdinand in 1914.Kate standing

How does she deal with the fear?

“You admit you are going to be frightened. I have spoken to Special Forces who told me they get frightened. Everyone gets frightened, it’s human nature. You have to maintain your professionalism, you’re there to do a job, you know what you are going into so there’s no excuse.”

What keeps you going?

“It’s fascinating; people have interesting lives, human beings are interesting and as a reporter you can ask questions to find out the story.”

Have you ever thought you’ve had enough?

“No, never. You lead by example; you have to understand why you’re doing the job. There were times when I didn’t go because it was too dangerous. I’m there because it’s important and significant and we ought to be curious about our world.”

And that closing statement hit the nail on the head. I bitterly regret not following a career in journalism but even so, I will always continue to be curious about my world.

Kate's books

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