I love living in Devon.
Of course lots of the really old,quirky places have been modernised,upgraded and dragged into the modern world. You know when you are getting old because all these amazing improvements don't seem amazing at all. In fact you find yourself longing for the halcyon days of your youth.
Rose coloured glasses do not help!
But some things never change. The Spring flowers in the hedgerows. The new born lambs in the field. The garden springing into life. New shoots and blossom. Catkins swinging merrily on the branches.
The bunch of beautiful daffodils to celebrate Mothering Sunday.
And as Spring arrives I think of a very special place in our village. The Prickly Ball Farm.
Everybody seems to love hedgehogs and they do amazing work there looking after hedgehogs who often weigh just a few grams. It is a special place high on the hills looking over the River Teign and Dartmoor. It's a special place where the simple things in life are valued. Feeding baby animals, collecting eggs, stroking new born lambs. I think every child should have the chance to do such things. We took William when he was little and he loved it.
And I have been supporting their efforts for quite a few years now. Today I have A basket of fluffy hedgehogs all ready to be delivered. And the best thing for me about this lovely basket of fluffiness is that the wonderful friends I have made whilst belonging to an Internet Charity Group help so much by sending flat packed hedgies just waiting for a makeover.
So here we have the latest delivery.
Or Happy, Humphrey or Prince Quilliam?
If ever you are in the area I think you would love this little corner of Devonshire. I bet the Cream Teas are good too!