
Think big.
There is no issue with having aspirations; they are what drive us, to greater things.
Think positively and positive things will happen.

Think big.
There is no issue with having aspirations; they are what drive us, to greater things.
Think positively and positive things will happen.

Nestled under the northern slopes of the Mendips, close to the Blagdon Lake in the Chew Valley, lies the quiet and unassuming village of Ubley.
The derivation of the village’s name is lost to time: in the 10th century it was known as Hubbanlege; a century later is was Tumbeli (or “rolling meadow” in old English). The name may come from local king Ubba, although it may also have been given the name in Veb, after the Latin word for lead, from the lead miners who lived in the area.





Today, the village has a population of around 330 people, most of whom live in old, stone built houses around the village green.



Ubley is a village that takes pride in its appearance, although the Best Kept Village signs date from twenty or thirty years ago. It is a quiet place in a quiet valley, and one with a community feel that is even more apparent because of the events of the last year or so.






At the heart of the village lies St Bartholomew’s Church. Grade I Listed, it was closed on the day I visited, but was being frequented by a large number of crows, diligently building nests within its open steeple.
The grounds around the church are a peaceful, safe haven for those who have been buried within them over the years.







The village War Memorial remembers the five villagers who died in the First World War. There is only grave to a fallen solder in the churchyard and, ironically, that is for Second Lieutenant Alfred Newington, who wasn’t even a local man. (You can read more about his life and story by clicking on his name.)



Within easy reach of both the Mendips and Blagdon Lake, Ubley is worth a visit; it provides plenty of opportunity for walking and cycling. It is far enough away from the hubbub of the main Weston to Bath road, but accessible to it, to warrant stopping off.


The next of the villages is coming soon, but where in Somerset will it be?
Watch this space…

It doesn’t matter what the road ahead looks like.
You can move forward, or you can avoid it.
The choice is yours.

There is always hope.
There is always opportunity.
Sometimes, you just need to make both yourself.

We are reflections of our past.
But reflections can only be seen when the water is calm.
Don’t fight where you come from; choppy waves only make the journey more challenging.

The road ahead may seem straight, but it may also be a mire.
Don’t take the path for granted.
The direct route may not always be the quickest.

No matter what is going on around you, stand tall and proud.
You have it within you to beat the odds, so don’t take too much heed of those around you.
This is your choice, your move, so go for it!

We are often haunted by things we did in the past, the ghosts of choices we made.
You cannot go back and change things, you can only look forward and work with what you have got.
Take a deep breath in, and face the barriers you have imposed upon yourself.

There are days when indecision sets in.
What should you do? When should you go?
Indecision can lead to apathy, which can lower the mood and expectations of yourself.
Stand up, take a step.
It doesn’t matter where or how, just begin the journey!
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