Category Archives: Wiltshire

Friday Bench: With cowslips

An unexpected continuance of last week’s bench with spring wild flowers theme. I’ve been meaning for ages to photograph the restored ex bench in the Donkey Field nearby.

A walk back from town in the spring sunshine last week provided the ideal opportunity… and the discovery of a flash of butter yellow cowslips to brighten my view.

Looking at the previous photo, it’s interesting to see how the bench’s surroundings have changed. When it was an ex bench there was lush growth around it. Today’s bare ground and a stray pop bottle suggests it’s well used.

It’s that usage which probably allowed the cowslips to re-emerge or take hold for the first time. Around here they thrive and provide delight where the grass is kept relatively short.

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Friday Bench: In the news

It’s not often that a bench hits the international headlines. Even less so when it appears to be at the centre of a spy drama. The fact that it’s such an ordinary bench and around 40 miles from me means it just had to feature as a Friday Bench.

There’s no photo as they’re copyright, so you’ll need to take the link.

Friday Bench: Old Maudy

A suitable post for Friday the 13th?

Here’s a selection of benches from Chippenham station for us to view whilst I try and decide which one (if any) was the bench Old Maudy used to sit on.

I devised a ghost walk for Pewsham Belles WI this week and the railway station was our initial meeting place plus the spot for our first ghostly tale.

More on Old Maudy to come after I’ve distilled our walk and the tales we told into an interactive map.

Friday Bench: At Foxham Horse Show

An improvised set of benches fashioned from some of the items used for the show jumping classes at Foxham Horse Show last weekend.

Unusually for a country show, most of the seating being used were the hundreds of horses entered for the various classes held in 9 show rings on the day.

Lined up, the jump components are reminiscent of nearby Maud Heath’s Causeway at Kellaways, which I drove past on the way to the showground.