Finding photographic features in the back of beyond in rural Somerset is something Michael and I seem to do on a regular basis, this time we decided to visit the scenic site of Bruton; just over ten miles east of Yeovil. It has been proposed that this is the smallest town in England something hard to reckon seeing how much new build is happening. We started by climbing a small hill to a dovecote that overlooks most of Bruton’s central area, from here the resulting pictures show how it actually is. But first a closer look at the top of the tower.
The comparative chunkiness of the stonework in the tower belies the true size of the buzzard watching over us.
Taking up a large percentage of the town is an independant 350 pupil school whose main buildings are nearly 600 years old, St Mary’s church shown in the next picture is of even greater age, building began almost a thousand years ago.
As usual for our jaunts into the countryside we seem to just take any road that looks as if there could be something round the corner, this time it was another church; St Peter’ Redlynch.
Seen below us on the same road a scene saying autumn is coming.
Driving on for a few miles we decide to head home to escape the start of rain and its gloomy grey skies, but turning another corner we suddenly strike gold.
The last picture shows off one of the grandest of folly’s that is just visible at the top of the hill.
This is the first time the water level has dropped allowing full access to Muchelney since last November. The village is no longer an island with the course of the River Parrett and adjacent roads now properly visible.
Yes the sun did shine and out came a little bunny to celebrate a chance to warm up, even the swans looked as if they were a bit hearty.
Once we had met and photographed the alpaca and friends it was time to concentrate on the chickens, a wide range of colours and fashioned feathers collected as a hobby by Nigel, a very helpful keeper allowing us unfettered access.
Finishing with a final feathered flourish from the phantom of the cottera.
In between the visits to Sturminster and Cutt mills we stopped at Hinton St Mary to enjoy a snack lunch while taking in an attractive landscape in North dorset. The local church of St Peters is over 500 years old and stands next to a manor house that used to be a nunnery. The avenue of trees is open to the public and even supplied a musical interlude with a resident thrush singing in a treetop above our chosen picnic spot. This proved to be another lucky day for finding places away from the crowds but well worth the effort.
This last picture is a particular favourite that uses a low in the sky sun with great effect.