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A-Z of Somerset: Part 4

Over half way through the alphabet, and it’s the last of four recaps of the alphabetical journey around Somerset so far. Lockdown 2021 means that I have been unable to complete the A-Z, but this brings us up to date with the stop offs so far.

Click on the links to see the full post for each village.


P is for Pilton.

The true home of the Glastonbury Festival, Pilton was something of a hidden gem I am glad I discovered.


Q is for Queen Camel.

Who’d have thought there was a Q but no J in the list. Well, had it not been given as a gift, there wouldn’t have been a Q either!


R is for Rodney Stoke.

Not another Somersetonian (Somersetter?), but this is one of eight villages in the county with something to be thankful for.


S is for Stanton Drew.

Another hidden gem, but not just the village. The Neolithic circle here rivals Avebury and Stonehenge.


T is for Tintinhull.

A manorial vicarage and stunning gardens, but no sign of Snowy the dog…


Twenty letters down, then, and five still to go. When life finds a sense of normality, the A to Z will continue, so watch this space.

A-Z of Somerset: Part 3

The third part of the tour of the villages of Somerset takes us from Kingsdon to Othery.

Click on the link to read the full post for each village.


K is also for Kingsdon.

Nestled in the rolling hills to the south of Somerton, Kingsdon is what chocolate box villages are supposed to look like.


L is for Lydeard St Lawrence.

Situated between the Quantocks and Exmoor, this was the home of a soldier who met an accidental death.


M is for Milverton.

A large village with high pretentions, this is a beauty to wander around.


N is for North Curry.

A village that is there for show, North Curry is meant to be seen.


O is for Othery.

A village whose soul has been ripped out by the traffic streaming through it, there is still a quiet heart to Little England.


Next week, in the last of the recaps, we visit villages P, Q R, S and T.

A-Z of Somerset: Part 2

My recap of the villages of Somerset continues… Click on the links to read the full posts…


F is for Farrington Gurney.

Not an Edwardian detective, but a 12th century village in the north of the county.


G is for Godney.

When one village just won’t do, why not have three?


H is for Haselbury Plucknett.

Detective Gurney has to have a nemesis, so strike forth, sir!


I is for Isle Abbots.

A river names Isle, and countryside perfection.


K is for Kingweston.

There are no Js in Somerset, so, instead, the first of two villages beginning with a K.


Next week, it’s K (Mk II) to O…

A-Z of Somerset: Part 1

Lockdown 2021 has given a bit of an enforced break on my photographic journey around the villages of Somerset, so I thought it might be good to have a bit of a catch up of the places I have visited so far.

Over the next four Sundays, therefore, I will be having a bit of a recap.

Today, we look at A to E. (Click on the links to see the original posts.)


A is for Ashcott.

On the A39 between Wells and Bridgwater, Aschott sits on a hill overlooking the Somerset Moors around Shapwick.


B is for Baltonsborough.

Nestled on the moors to the south west of Shepton Mallet, the village is a prime place to view Glastonbury Tor.


C is for Charlton Mackrell.

A big house and a close neighbour, Charlton Mackrell is a quiet haven in the countryside.


D is for Dinder.

Quiet and unassuming, Dinder has a hidden secret, designed to protect the nearby city cathedral city.


E is for Evercreech.

A small village, home to a social drinker’s wily scheme…


Next week, villages F to J (ish)…

Crack’d

The stone had been like that for generations, from what he had been told. The chunk of granite had cracked from tip to base, that fateful night in 1874. Nothing else had been touched, no other graves affected, no other souls disturbed. Just this one stone.

The dedication had worn away decades before, the records lost to time. Nobody knew any more whose grave it was, nobody knew if their remains were still there. The rumour was that the devil himself had torn the stone asunder, ripping the body from the ground so that his own domain may remain unsullied.

Who could have been so evil that even the devil didn’t want them as his bedmate? What crimes must they have committed to anger Lucifer so?

And who came each month to lay flowers on the grave with no name?