It was a glorious blue-sky Christmas Day, so we went for our traditional walk at Southerndown, on Glamorgan’s Jurassic coast. Here are a few pictures of what we saw – including quite a few flowers spotted hanging on late in the season or blooming very early…
We went into the walled garden, which is very sheltered from the sea winds…
On the wall of the shelter is this rather poignant poem, written out and framed by Caroline Shankland but composed in 1873 by two London solicitors who were staying with the Earl of Dunraven, whose walled garden this was, when his castle stood nearby on the end of the headland:
Dearly I love Dunraven Bay
Under its cliffs by night or by day
Near me the waves on the golden sand
Roll widely in foam as they dash to the land
At times it’s so still, I fancy I hear
Voices of lost ones, melodious and clear
Even the drift wood seems to say
Never forget life is ebbing away
…and you may note that the first letters of each line taken together spell out Dunraven.
There were more people than we expected wandering around the gardens, and this was a good thing, as I wouldn’t have noticed the primroses in bloom in front of the summer house had I not seen someone else stooping to take a photograph of them…
Beyond the wooded area is a viewing place, where the sun was burning brightly on the sea beside the Jurassic cliffs of the Glamorgan Heritage Coast…
There is more information about Dunraven Castle in my blog post from this time last year, when I was taking pictures with my old Olympus camera, not my new Sony. I think I like last year’s better!