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20 August 2011

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Wonderful photos from both of you. I will certainly put Cothay on my places to visit list. How nice to see a manor house that Capability Brown didn't modernise. It looks delightful. (Fancy another visit?)

As always love your words and your images. Particularly like the doorwya image.
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I've been following your blog for sometime and love your writing style. Your lastest post encouraged me to comment as my husband, mother and I visited Cothay a few weekends ago. We were enchanted. Did you know that Chris Webb, the sculptor responsible for the unicorn is also responsible for the sword in the stone at Taunton Castle and the kingfisher's eggs, Taunton's new play sculpture in Somerset Square?

Thank you, M. Yes, a return visit definitely - but only if this miserable weather improves. Failing that, next year.

Thank you Wendy. Yes, I loved the Finz's doorway photo. We spent a lot of time in India photographing doorways. . .

A warm welcome, Ginger Grandma - and thank you so much for the very helpful information on the sculptor. I shall make a point of looking for his works when I am next in Taunton. It will be a welcome distraction from the forthcoming first annual checkup at Musgrove Park.

What a lovely day out! The pictures really capture the beauty of the place. Wish I was there, especially like the look of that cake!

Oh, that does look enchanting! I would love to see that little manor house!

That stone unicorn seems straight out of a storybook, what a beautiful, magical place!

Lynne: welcome to you too. Yes it was very fine cake.

Jay: you would love it. I keep telling you that you must head down here!

Susan: ah, yes, the unicorn . . . what is it about unicorns?

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Thinking about . . .

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    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
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    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
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