A great day was had at Sherborne on Saturday. Lots of people came and pennies were exchanged.
|Wilbur was adopted by a very nice lady|
VJ is always at her happiest when she has met lots of lovely people AND goes home with considerably more space in the car than when she arrived, despite buying two lovely old crates (for display purposes) and a pretty little vintage blouse that kept calling out her name!
The forecast was good for Sunday and they sped to Lyme Regis to offer themselves up wantonly to the sun and grab at the rays. But where was it? They couldn't find it. They looked very hard but the clouds eneveloped their sun in a heavy blanket and would not let it go.
The miller saw they were sad and showed them around the mill. Mammoth grindstones, cogs and wheels. Ancient oak hardened almost to stone, floury webs and the endless gush of water. Miller's tales bound up in corn.
Little man flexed biceps with the miller and up came the sack of flour!
In days long gone there were nine mills in Lyme. Sixteen bags of your own corn would be ground - fifteen came back to you and one was kept by the miller for payment.
The little museum housed in these pretty turrets is a must - one of the best they have seen for a while.
|Doll's house food made by Miss Haynes of Uplyme. She made the food for the Queen's Doll's House in the early 1920's|
|Amazing, funny paper people made by Camille Clipson|
|18th century fire engine|
With cones in hand they went back to the sea, to sit and to watch, fighting the cold. But, soon beaten, they followed the garlicky, oily, tummy rumble inducing scent wafting on the sea breeze. The Lyme Bay Kitchen brought smiles to their faces with glossy olives, breads, pine nut studded, lemony pesto and perfect pizzas
|The 'chocoholic choc' ice cream was very good!|