I needed a nail; a nice long nail so I could make a crucifix-style armature on which to build a scarecrow. Not only was I feeding my 11 hens, I was also nourishing a fine population of crows. Jeff recommended that scarecrows are an effective, humane solution and Jeff is always right.
Bridport Arts Centre recently hosted a performance of Muscovado by BurntOut Theatre, a scorching new play about slavery in 19th-century Barbados. Described as “a heady mix of sexual intrigue, piercing choral music and extreme racial tension”, the production offered an unflinching portrayal of life on a sugar plantation in 1808.
Several West Dorset families made fortunes in the slave trade. Bridport historian Jane Ferentzi-Sheppard reflects on the area’s connections to the West Indies.
This walk on the National Trust’s Golden Cap estate includes two saints, an abandoned village and a detour to West Dorset’s unofficial nudist beach.
My mother only usually rang when she wanted something but this time it was different: “Jo dear, it’s got a four-oven Aga — and a cellar!”
How long do you expect to wait for an ambulance? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? An hour? What if the ambulance doesn’t come quickly — what would you do?