I will no doubt write a longer post sometime about the charm, beauty and peculiar history of this place but, for now, I will leave you with this snap that I took one weekend in late September whilst on a camping trip with my good friend, Lisa.
I took it through a window in Gardener’s cottage, Tyneham–a ghost village on the Isle of Purbeck, Dorset. The villagers were required to leave suddenly in the 1940s, due to the government using the land for military training. They believed that they would return one day, but they never did. One villager even pinned a moving note to the church door, asking the army to “treat the village kindly”.
I would highly recommend visiting Tyneham, and the surrounding areas of Corfe, Lulworth and Durdle Door, if you haven’t already done so. It is rife with history and the Jurassic Coast is rugged and beautiful, littered with coves and bays that whisper true stories of smuggling over the years.
I consider myself fortunate to have grown up in such a beautiful county. We have traced our family tree back to 1610 and my grandma’s side of the family, through the centuries, have farmed the land in Dorset. They never left, and I can’t say I blame them.
As one of my American friends put it: “You must feel the roots growing up around your ankles when you are there.”
I really do. A taste of that sea air and I know I am home.