Spring song


The months are passing. I think that all the regular readers of the blog have grown a little accustomed to the fact that I don’t, or can’t, write quite as regularly as in days of old, and luckily no-one seems to mind.  Life has it’s business, for certain, but it’s not only that – there’s the need, sometimes, to say, the laptop is staying shut – I’ doing something else this evening, and tomorrow evening – the blog will wait.  I will miss looking back at the week-by-week process of my thoughts, in years to come, I think, but for now, think of this of a diary that has gone from being written weekly to less frequently. The narrative is the same, but the pace is different. And as the terrible, sad news emerges day by day from Eastern Europe, never have I felt happier than to look back, as I just did, over 10 weeks of seasonal shift. January and February are behind; half of March – that fickle month that gives you spring one day, harshest winter the next – is gone.

And we need the inherent optimism of spring just now – lengthening days, warming sunshine, spring bulbs everywhere.


January started dark and gloomy in Dorset; we were swathed in mist and winds and storms. 

No colours except green, grey, brown and black. 

But even then, the optimism of the months ahead – snowdrop leaves pushing up.

Some days the skies cleared, and the sun shone through, and we could pretend we were in warmer times – even as we were still coming out of the lingering sense of ‘almost-lockdown’, the darkness of December. 

One morning in January I found myself taking an early train from Paddington Station, and getting there way too early, had this moment of sunrise in Kensington Gardens – astonishingly peaceful and calm.

That day ended with a small tour of the garden at Iford Manor, the astonishing garden near Bradford-on-Avon created, for himself, by the great Edwardian garden designer – architect, Harold Peto. We walked the terraces and steps as the sun was settling over this magical valley. 

An astonishing view, and day. 

A different sense of peace the following day, with our office visit to St. Paul’s Cathedral.  Charlie and I walked over as the sun was rising. 

A brilliant 3 hour tour was led by the Cathedral historian and conservator, Jonathan Hellyer, and the architectural historian Jeremy Musson. We went through every corner of the magnificent building, learning all her secrets along the way. 

A morning that left us all wanting to see more.  I could not recommend a visit more highly – guided tours are available to book on the Cathedral website. It’s a building we all know so well in one sense, but forget, in another.  The drama of Wren’s towering achievement was profound.



We had days of sunshine in London,

And back in Dorset….

And even in a few weeks you can feel the sense of change in the quality of light, and air, between early January and mid February:

Suddenly the evenings feel longer….

Charlie’s astonishing greenhouse filled with bulbs in flower, and seedlings germinating. 

We had a weekend exploring the Piddle Valley, one of Dorset’s hidden treasures… Athelhampton, with its fine Edwardian garden…

Affpuddle, with a beautiful church, and churchyard filled with snowdrops drifting between the gravestones.

Our destination was the Square & Compass, Worth Matravers, with its beautiful gloss yellow walls and ceilings, simple beer and food…

And brilliant museum. 

Home via the Winterborne Valley, and dreamy, serene Came House.  Mornings are brighter now. You can feel a spring in the air, just as the news from Eastern Europe gets darker and more oppressive.  I had a strange week in bed with Coronavirus, where, in a sense, I strangely caught up with things  and found a sense of balance – so long as I was lying down.  I really lost my sense of balance when I was up and about…. And thankfully, Charlie didn’t succumb. 



And then, with friends, we had a long-planned, three days in the Swiss mountains; light of sparkling intensity as the international situation hurtled into terrible destruction and chaos.  The irony was profound. It felt like we were escaping. Escapism is all very well, but you couldn’t help feel the contrasts deeply inherent. The crystal clear air was like a form of rest-cure, but we knew that reality was never far away. 

We were staying at the Hotel Bellevue des Alpes, a place of amazing, old fashioned, happy charm; our little group couldn’t have been better looked after.  I’m very much a morning only skier, I’ll be honest. Afternoon sleeps in the clear mountain air – a time to disconnect, and catch breath. 

Astonishing sunsets…

The sky turning pink, then deep purple. Complete, total silence at night. 

Home, back to work, back the grim news, the relentless ‘permacrisis’ as I have seen it being described.  How do we get a sense of perspective?  We are all doing all we can to help, in our own ways, I think; everyone’s hearts reaches out with prayer and hope to people who were going about their lives and find the civilised world torn upside down.  Amidst the sense of horror, we must hold on to hope.

Yesterday, we had a walk on the beach with a friend. The air was clear and bracing.  It was three years ago almost to the week that my brothers and I were spending many days on this beach with Dad, who’d just lost Mum, heartbroken after fifty six years together.  The consolation of the sea.

Yesterday afternoon, in the village, we had a deep spring clean of the church – after two years of its effectively ‘winterised’ state thanks to the pandemic.  Now, it was safe to put the kneelers back, and the hymn books and bibles. We cleaned the windows and pews, polished and dusted, and turned a slightly forlorn, dusty building back into its usual self: gleaming and full of life.  We are even now making great progress with the window restoration programme, after all this time – we are hoping works will start either later this year or in the winter.  The church suddenly feels alive again.

As does the garden outside…. filled with bulbs everywhere now.

During the dark early days of the pandemic, I found myself thinking about the consolations of nature a lot; now, even more so. Bad times will always pass, and I have always been a passionate believer in the fact that there are far more good people in the world than we sometimes remember.

22 comments on this post

  • Alicia Whitaker

    Dear Ben,
    Thanks for picking up the blog again. Missed you! And I’m startled to learn that you had Covid and delighted to see that you recovered enough to go skiing! That mountain air must have been good for your lungs and your soul. Enjoy the coming of spring and all the joy it offers. My best to you and Charlie, Alicia

  • MaryB

    I’ve missed you, your pictures, and your thoughtful words. We need calm and positive views in this unsettled time.

  • Judith

    thankyou for all the truly beautiful photos and texts – we are all honoured to have discovered your blog (especially me; missing Dorset). Have just read the comment from Dorothy Linday, March 17, and reiterate every word she wrote…

  • Darlene Chandler

    Thank you for this lovely blog and the lovely pictures, so uplifting for me in this time of sorrow of what is going on in the world, so I thank you for that. So nice to hear from you. We are still having snow in Canada. One day spring and next day back to snow, so seeing all of the flowers and greenery is magnificent and a lovely positive, when others are facing such grim circumstances. Thank you again.

  • Henry Gillespie

    Thank you for the beautiful photos and uplifting words at this grim time in history.

  • Jennifer Pickens

    Thank you Ben. We have missed your blog! We truly need beauty and connection more than ever. Your lovely photos of nature gives us hope and a sense of peace. Our prayers continue for the people of the Ukraine.

  • AnnK

    Beautiful photos as always, Ben. I never tire of seeing a shot of that distant hill with the copse of trees on top.
    For years I’ve wanted to know what species those trees might be. Can you enlighten me please?

  • Peggy

    Astonishing photography! Definitely not iPhone pictures.
    We can always rely on you for a positive outlook as you fill your busy days.
    Sorry the blog will thin out, but happy to follow you on Instagram.

  • Dorothy Lindsay

    Dear Ben….it is lovely to have you back, even if only now and then.
    When I read “but for now, think of this of a diary that has gone from being written weekly to less frequently. The narrative is the same, but the pace is different,” it makes me feel – admonished for being disappointed that you are not as available as you were.
    When my husband died, ten years ago, I discovered your blog and returned to it again and again for solace, and then I wrote to tell you that your blog was more important than you realised. It still is. But I understand that life must move on…
    I so wanted to write to you when your Mum died, and then, a short time later, your Dad, but to my regret, I found it impossible; now, I would tell you how lovely it was that they lived long enough to see you happy and settled with Charlie – and the dogs!
    It is true that the world is presently in a mess, and in many ways the lunatics seem to be in charge of the asylum, but that is why it is important for people like you to continue to show, in your photographs and texts, the enduring resilience of nature, and how the world recovers constantly from our destructive behaviour; well done, Ben, and thank you.

  • Elizabeth cornwell

    I love your photographs of the downs & hangers around your house.To me they are just like the paintings of the winderful Eric Ravilious.They cheer me in these sad,sad times.

  • Anne

    Thank you very much for your words and photo’s. We all need a beacon in these heartbreaking times..

  • Sara Longman

    Thank you thank you a beautifully moving blog at this unsettling time. Seeing nature spring back into life is so reassuring and brings peace and tranquility.

  • Malcolm Pym

    I have been waiting for your blog, I look forward to them so much. So beautiful and calming and interesting. Every time I scan through the pictures ,they make me want to up-sticks and move to the UK. Please keep the blogs coming .
    Stay well and cheers from Australia

  • Albert Premier
    Dear Mr. Pentreath,

    How beautiful is your English countryside.
    However: “and luckily no-one seems to mind”. You must be joking. I for one mind very much because I miss your mood uplifting posts. I’m sure more people regret your long absence but are too polite to say so.

  • Debra Moore

    Lovely blog Ben your thoughts and photos are always sincere and heartfelt.Hoorah for spring nature really does help cheer and heal.We will be returning to Dorset next weekend after 2 years without visiting.Thank you for sharing a little of your interesting travels.

  • Peter Dawkins

    Thank you Ben for your lovely inspiring pictures and your sensitive words at this gloomy desperate time. A special lift for me as I spend most of my time in a wheelchair after spinal injury last year.
    Cynthia sends love,

  • Joan Rosasco

    So very good to hear your voice again and wise reflections, accompanied by the glorious photographs of emerging Spring.

  • Christina Sharp

    Loving the photographs so much, please keep this blog going.
    Stay safe & well.
    Christina you

  • Rebecca Ellis

    How glorious to wake today to find a missive from Ben. THANK YOU. Your words and pictures
    inspire and bring joy. Lovely indeed.

  • Kent Shawver

    Thank You for your WORK IN THE FIELDS OF THE LORD!

  • Angelina Dawson

    Unfortunately it only takes one really EVIL person to create such pain and desperate chaos. 😢😭

  • erik sexton

    i have truly missed your inspiring posts !

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