Exploring our new surroundings

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It has been two weeks since our return to West Sussex and little by little things are falling into place already and we feel pretty much settled and privileged to be living in such a special area.  Adonis has resumed his job as Head of Art at the College and I am quite happy to be a ‘motorhome’ wife for the time being.

The weather has been good for the most part and we have been able to sit outdoors everyday, even as days are shortening with the imminent arrival of Autumn, which we can feel and see all around us, and there is a definite nip in the air first thing in the morning and evening.  It is funny to think that this time last year we were sweltering by the River Ebro at Riba-Roja d’Ebre after our visit to La Costa Brava.  It seems like yesterday…

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Still enjoying the sunny and warm weather in early September

While Adonis is at work, I have been driving around the nearby villages to see what facilities are available without having to go all the way to Chichester or Bognor Regis and I have already discovered that there is a launderette just under 3 miles, or 4.5 km from the campsite, so that will save me a journey already, and there is a hairdresser’s next door which I may very well visit soon.

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Nice view looking south to Bognor Regis and the sea just outside campsite

Even more pleasurable, it has been exploring the stunning land around us, the ancient Slindon Estate, and I have been making my walks with Beano longer and longer in order to fully enjoy the experience.  I have re-discovered the nearby Lady Beaumont’s ‘seat’ (wife to 9th Baron Beaumont) who held the post of Commandant when Slindon House became an Officers Convalescent Home during WWI.  Her ghost is supposed to haunt the lower floor of the now Slindon College!

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Nice place to rest only a few metres away from campsite

Equally exciting was finding the information sign about the Broxgrove Man, only a few hundred metres from here,  describing what the land looked like and how our hunter-gatherer ancestors lived about 500,000 years ago.  Weird to think that Chichester, Bognor Regis and other seaside towns around did not yet exist: fascinating!

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There are many lanes that take off from the main path on our woods walk and which I cannot resist following, for, just as when we travel in the motorhome, I believe that there is a lot more fun to be had when going off the beaten track.  As a result, I have encountered some amazing trees that seem to have a life of their own, almost looking like extras in the Lord of the Rings films.  I truly feel like Bilbo Baggins on one of his adventures!

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The main path from campsite
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One of the tracks through the woods…
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where I found these two trees embracing.
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Love at first branch!
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Another intriguing and beckoning track.
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New life springing from fallen tree
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And this one is actually in the campsite!
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Dog walk inside campsite
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And gorgeous sunsets too!

And let’s not forget our closest neighbours just outside the campsite, which help this place look and feel so idyllic and pastoral!  One of them even stopped to say hello!  

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Hello there!

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It has, of course, been lovely to spend some time with our son and he was very keen to show me all the new shops and catering places that have recently opened in Bognor Regis, one of which being Rainbows in the Arcade leading to the seafront, where we treated ourselves to a delicious ice-cream and milkshake like I’ve never seen before.  They also serve waffles and pancakes, so I am sure we’ll be back.

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My son about to do battle with a very fancy milkshake at Rainbows in the Arcade in Bognor Regis

One of the great advantages of our new Bürstner Aviano is the small oven above the fridge, which I just couldn’t wait to use, so in the last few of days I have been busy making a pizza and an apple and blackberry crumble, the latter made with apples from the trees in campsite and blackberries from bushes just outside, still cooling down on the dining table as I type.  There is nothing like the smell of baking to make any place feel like a proper home.  I am planning roast dinners, lasagnas and moussakas to start with and, as the winter months progress, I will be using it more and more, I am sure.  I know it sounds sad, but I am already looking forward to some Christmas baking!

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Making a pizza in the new motorhome: happy days!
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The final product: topped with chorizo, red peppers, mushrooms, cherry tomatoes and Mozzarella cheese. And yes, it was as good as it looks: just heavenly!
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And so was the locally collected apple and blackberry crumble!

 

 


27 thoughts on “Exploring our new surroundings

  1. It’s so good to catch up! What a fine campsite you have decided to call home. Those trees are exquisite. I do understand you love of the oven. When I’ve been to Paris in an apartment with no oven, I just can’t wait to use my 1980s vintage wall oven on return. Glad you are doing so well!

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    1. Thank you so much , Alison. The oven is the thing I missed the most on our 13-month journey. The second was a washing machine, but at least I could use launderettes. Your 1980s vintage wall oven sounds great: now I am jealous!
      And yes, I am most definitely a country mouse, so I am very happy here. Big hug. ❤

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  2. Adventure seems to find you wherever you go! I would love to learn more about this Lady Beaumont.

    I don’t think I’ve ever seen a photo of your son before! I’m surprised. He looks every bit the Englishman. I was expecting a Señor! Haha!

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    1. Adventure is my middle name! Can’t live without it.
      There is a video of Lady Beaumont on FB about her haunting the College, formerly known as Slindon House, where she lived. I tried to copy the link on my blog, but I couldn’t. If you Google Lady Beaumont, Slindon, you will find both, biography synopsis and the video.

      My son takes after my husband’s father and has blue eyes and used to be blond, but he keeps changing his hair colour! 😂

      I love your comments. Thank you. ❤

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      1. Are you sure adventure isn’t your first name? 😂

        Really! I love historical documentaries that have a bit of haunting in it. I smell a story on the wind. I’ll definitely look into it.

        Aren’t genes a funny thing? The women on my maternal side of the family look like my mom’s dad’s sister. It’s a strange thing, but all of us who are related to her look like her, sometimes even the boys. Before her, the parents were Black and White/German so I don’t think there’s anyone else with her face generations up the line. One of the sisters also have blue eyes. They are all about my complexion.

        You’re welcome! I enjoy nosing about on your blog.

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      2. You’ll love the story of Slindon House: not only was it a manor house for aristocracy, but also a summer palace to the Archbishops of Canterbury. We also lived in it for 3 years whilst my husband was Senior Housemaster and it was really spooky. The central heating pipes used to rattle at night like if someone was shaking them, waking us all up all over the house. I never saw a ghost, but other teachers and staff members claim they have. I guess I just don’t have that sixth sense!

        As for genes, they say they skip a generation, like having twins. The only thing my son has inherited from me is my mouth (and a bit of my temper). 😉

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      3. Wow, that reminds me of growing up in a Catholic convent, long out of use. My parents claimed there were ghosts, but I never saw any. It was huge though and a little spooky.

        Mixed genes follow no rules and do as they please, so I can’t account for mine 😂

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      4. I thought of you yesterday as one of my nephews in Spain asked me to listen to a Jamaican song, Run with a Knife by the Show Boys, as he couldn’t understand it. I listened to it, but being such an old recording, the sound was dreadful and hard to hear right. I thought of asking you, but he has a friend who has the lyrics and it is all sorted now. I have read them and it looks like Patois. No wonder he couldn’t understand. Do you know the song? I love Reggae and I enjoyed listening to it.

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