I think you all deserve some prettier photos to look at after Silly Solstice!
On Sunday I went to Powerstock Open Gardens
I love getting to see beyond the garden gate.
Powerstock must be one of the hilliest villages in Dorset. The hills undulate like a flannel poked into a cup. So you are either walking up or down and the roads to get there are extremely narrow and wiggly. This gives the village it’s own special atmosphere, a little removed from the 21st Century.
There are gorgeous views from some of the gardens
and some fascinating buildings

Lots of big old houses and a huge rather grand church – must find out more about the history of the village sometime.
My paternal Grandmother was born just a mile out of the village in a pub run by her father, and my 6x Great Grandmother Dorcas Donne 1698 -1737 is buried in the churchyard.
I wonder if my grandmother was christened at this font
I do have Meechs in my family tree, so I wonder if this is a distant relative
what a pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon




































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