Not a snowflake in sight, neither a blowing hurricane escaped its den but Christmas is here and we are spending it together in peaceful atmosphere. I wish we laid more plates on the table and shared this joyous time with more than us but we're just equally excited to be on our own and soak up the festiveness alone. Happy holidays to everyone near and far. Wesołych Świąt!





Recent weather has been nothing but inspiring to take our feet out the door and looking at the photos taken in the middle of December we've been blessed with almost spring sunlight, succulent grass, peacocks majestically exposing their feathers to match nature's blooming colours. We were also fooled by unbelievably bright rays of light as we walked around over 100 acres of garden, open parkland and woodland of Upton Country Park in Poole. I love English weather and doubt we'll ever get a snowstorm.
In alignment with changing season some changes are threading their way towards us - in the New Year we will be moving out of the way too big flat of ours to a smaller accommodation. To make things little cozier, we'll sneaking back to the bunch of cats we loved so much and our friends who will stumble upon us every morning on their way to the kitchen. I loved living on our own but can't wait to be back to almost holiday feeling of opening our bedroom door and greeting our next door neighbours on the corridor still wearing dressing gowns or hurrying to work.




Now that the weather is a few degrees colder, we'd love to keep our escapades around Dorset well thought out and more organized but I guess as we're loosing one third of our team, some changes are in sight. By saying 'losing' I meant Damian's brother moving out of our flat and getting a pad together with his girlfriend. How exciting! We said our goodbye to beautiful in their windy mood cliffs of Lulworth Cove hoping for lots of exciting news and more emotional moments. We loved having J sharing a lot of aspects of our lives and will miss the unbeatable camera man to bits. Good luck with everything, J. It's the little things, right? x






On unexpectedly warm September day when I'd think twice of going out without a cardigan, we went to explore the village quietly squatted underneath castle I previously talked about here. Everywhere one turns, gets hit with a stone (metaphorically), old but beautifully restored wooden doors with brass knockers and windows so low you can actually peek inside shamelessly take me straight to Shire in the Middle-earth as described by Tolkien. It felt like inspecting a miniature town and if I was invited inside I'd wait with a withdrawn breath. Once inside I'd look down on its inhabitants asking them to put the light on to diffuse the afternoon gloom while being offered a mug of hot drink. My imagination... Corfe Castle village makes magical holiday spot with lots of garden walks, bread and cheese picnics in the church graveyard (have I really said that?) shouting instant 'quiet spot' with barely a soul making his/her way to well-known destinations.







One trip and
what a transformation of nature, Durlston Park is indeed
filled with odds we adore - stones staring from underneath our feet,
forest that reminds Jurassic times, water
playfully seducing bluebells. It's all about having a careful
eye and thrill-seeking mood, more time than the rest of the world, camera and
extra pair of hands to operate it. And good weather, naturally. I suppose
I could enliven this side of the screen with more images
of civilized spaces: British towns with all the history hidden in stone, statues and
even famous stores attract people frantically. Us, included.
Although we're more into invading quieter areas, we'll work harder to
face the crowd.
Also you get to see the camera operator for the first time - Damian's twin
brother, Jack.
A quick meet-up with friends was a much awaited afternoon when we chatted away, exchanged photos from recent holidays, sneaked around to find new features in the beautiful old house we had a pleasure of renting a room (remember me saying about bunch of cats? It happened within those walls). We never skip this place on our map and will never forget the kindness of two fabulous voyagers who generously opened their doors for our suitcases.



Holiday is over so we are back to trying out the best of local area
wearing slightly summer unfriendly jeans and jumpers but it is only our
response to the great British weather. Don't get me wrong when I moan
about temperature lower than my ponytail - I love to bicker about it to pinpoint its undeniable impact on this country behaviour. I find it sweet to squabble about something that has partly made me settle down here bringing out the best of curl in my hair or allowing to play in the sand all year round. Anyway, the visit was very interesting while I was trying to teach Damian how to pose for the eye of the camera. He didn't do bad, did he?