Yesterday I spent l'heure bleu sitting on the guest balcony sipping a brut something or other. There was a zephyr tinkling the wind chimes and gazing at the Quantocks, Scots pine,the cedar and copper beech amongst the forest of trees I felt at peace with the world. The small mound on the right is Conygar Hill 11thC which was a rabbit warren (coney - rabbit garth - enclosure) providing fare for the folk at Dunster Castle . A local writer Hilary Binding writes in the local rag
:- By 1266 there were so many rabbits it was decided to exterminate those on Conygar and establish a new warren near the sea at Minehead.
That's the trouble with rabbits - but I digress.
MTL was too busy - silly man - but when I went to get a rare second glass my eulogising persuaded him to grab a beer and join me.
They are not long - the days of wine and roses.
Ernest Dowson 1867-1900