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Oakford
Tiverton
Devon EX16 9HH
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House of Marbles are makers and purveyors of a world famous range of glass marbles, board games, classic toys, puzzles, pastimes & decorative accessories for the home and garden. Based on an historic site of pottery making, it is a free attraction with ample free parking and was originally started 1973, when its founder began making board games in his workshop to sell at local craft fairs.
The company produces quality, vintage and traditional toys, games and puzzles, plus marbles and glassware. The working glassworks on site is just one of many reasons to visit. You will be entertained for hours by the wonderful array of marble runs, animated animals, fairground mirrors, penny press and even a giant floating marble! The collection of vintage and antique wares is rivalled only by their current stock! You will also discover lots of interesting hidden amusements in almost every nook and cranny of the site – Top tip: look for the secret door in the garden area and don’t forget to find the loveable, snoring bear!
You can tour the site’s historic trail with museums of glass, games, marbles, and Bovey Pottery, as well as the listed kilns. Many visitors find they can while away an afternoon or two just browsing the gift shop, glassworks and taking refreshments in the licensed restaurant.
You can also watch glass making!
Teign Valley Glass was set up in Teignmouth in 1981 to make handmade marbles for the House of Marbles. The aim was to reproduce the specialist techniques of Victorian glass makers.
Their first glass blowers brought generations of skill and experience from some of Britain’s leading glass houses – Whitefriars, Stuart Crystal, Galway and Cumbria Crystal, to name but a few. It soon became obvious that the team had the skills to make so much more than just marbles and Teign Valley Glass was born as a separate enterprise. As the name and production grew, the business was moved to bigger premises in Bovey Tracey.
They now make a wide selection of beautiful glassware, apart from the marbles, and produce work for galleries and department stores around the world. They are particularly proud of some of the special commissions they have produced.
A visit to see the Glass Makers in action is highly recommended. Items in production vary from day to day, so you are likely to see something different being made each time you visit.
Log cabins have been a popular form of home building for hundreds of years now, and their popularity is just as strong today as ever before. Log cabin homes are not nearly as sophisticated as many modern home building styles, which is why many people like them. The rustic, natural style of building your home goes back to ancient Europe and Scandinavia, and on to early American settlers.
Throughout history, log homes have been an efficient style of home building, since there has always been an abundance of strong, durable wood to use. In the old days, every aspect of building a log cabin was done with simple handsaws, hammers, and other simple hand tools. The process started by cutting down the tree, and then cutting logs from the tree to the proper size of the desired house. Back then, log homes were even made without nails, which is how, and why interlocking logs were created by builders of the time. A good log cabin could easily be built in under a week back then, by a family looking to settle.
Another reason that log homes were so popular in olden times is that it was easy to move them. It could be time consuming, but was worth it to many settlers who needed to relocate for various reasons. Log cabins could be disassembled and moved in pieces to a new destination. This was more common with short moves, because longer moves would take longer than building a new cabin.
Here are some resources on the history of log cabins:
Popular Log Cabin Construction Cuts
When it comes to log cabins, there are a few different construction types. No log cabin will be the same as another, which is a big part of the appeal for many people. Timber for log cabin construction can be cut in many styles, here are some of them:
Square/Rectangular Logs
These are logs that are cut with square or rectangle corners. This will make the corners of the house line up properly, so it is important to have the logs cut to the right length and width that you want your finished cabin to be.
Round Logs
These are round cut logs that have no corners or angles in them. They are held together with long bolts that will go through the logs, which make the main support for the cabin. Some round cut log homes use round logs that have a flat top and bottom, and that style is called double round logs.
Swedish Cope Cut Logs
These are logs that are cut with square or rectangle corners. This will make the corners of the house line up properly, so it is important to have the logs cut to the right length and width that you want your finished cabin to be.
D-Log Cut
A D-log cabin is built with logs that are cut square on one side, and round on the other. This makes it so one side of the cabin can have flat walls whilst the other side has rounded, traditional log style walls.
Handcrafted Logs
A D-log cabin is built with logs that are cut square on one side, and round on the other. This makes it so one side of the cabin can have flat walls whilst the other side has rounded, traditional log style walls.These are logs that are entirely cut by hand so they keep the natural log shape. This style gives the cabins a nice rustic appearance.
Interlocking Corners
If you ever used Lincoln Logs as a kid, then you will know what interlocking corners are. They are logs cut with square notches cut out on the top and bottom of each end of the log. This helps with stability and has a natural, rustic look.
Building a Log Cabin
Building a log cabin takes a lot of time and effort, but when it is finished you will have a gorgeous home and can take pride in your cabin, even if it is built from a kit. There are many people that still prefer to build their cabin homes by hand, just like in the old days. This can be a daunting task, so it is important to learn the proper way to build. This includes choosing the type of wood you want to use, the style of log cut that you want to use for the build, and even how you plan on insulating your home. In old times they used mud and clay to fill in the cracks for some insulation.
Free Log House Build Plans
Getting started on building your first log cabin can be overwhelming. But luckily, there are many places that you can find free plans online.
Credit: Information taken from Garden Buildings Direct.
Clovelly is a unique village once owned by the Queen of England and, from the Elizabethan era until the present day, it has been in private ownership. This has ensured it has preserved its original atmosphere. Clinging to a 400 foot cliff in North Devon, it has no vehicular access on its steeply cobbled street, just donkeys and sledges. The man-powered sledges transport all goods to the village, from groceries to furniture. Donkeys used to be the main form of transport for centuries, but now mainly give children rides during the summer or can be seen posing for photographs in the street.
The cobbled street tumbles its way past gleaming white cottages, festooned with flowers, down to the ancient fishing harbour and C14th quay. It is a descent broken only by little passageways and winding lanes leading off for the prospect of further picturesque treasures. From the quay you can take a boat trip along the coast and Clovelly also maintains its very own lifeboat.
There are many literary connections; Charles Kingsley (1819-1875) lived here as a child and returned many times as an adult. His description of the village has hardly changed after all this time: “Suddenly a hot gleam of sunlight fell upon the white cottages, with their grey streaming roofs and little scraps of garden courtyard and lighting up the wings of the gorgeous butterflies which fluttered from the woodland down to the gardens”. Charles Dickens also wrote about Clovelly and Rex Whistler featured it in much of his work.
There are two museums, craft workshops for silk and pottery and an extensive souvenir shop in the Visitor Centre, where there is also a must-see audio-visual of the village history.
Clovelly has two hotels; the 400 year old New Inn in the heart of the village and the C18th Red Lion on the quay. They both provide delicious lunches, dinners and Devon cream teas.
Ask at the Visitor Centre for directions to Clovelly Court Gardens; a classic example of a restored Victorian walled kitchen garden including magnificent lean-to glasshouses, sheltering Mediterranean fruits and vegetables. The unique maritime microclimate of the garden allows the growth of tender and exotic plants.
There is much to see and do as well as events like the “Seaweed Festival” in June, “Maritime Festival” in July, “Lobster and Crab Feast” in September and the “Herring Festival” in November.
It may seem early, but in the lowland valleys of Devon we start lambing very early. At Hele Payne Farm we lamb the majority of our flock in January and February. As we have 400 ewes (female sheep) we are very busy as we hope to have over 600 baby lambs which means by the end of lambing we have over 1,000 sheep to look after! Working on the farm are my husband, Roger, and I and my father in law, John, who is very proud of the fact that he is 78 and still extremely fit. He is always out on the farm by 6.30am every morning and still puts in a full day’s work!
As you can imagine, lambing is the busiest time of year, but also the most rewarding. A few weeks before our ewes are due to lamb we bring them in from the fields and put them in our sheds. Our sheep have ultrasound scans earlier in their pregnancy so, when we bring them in, they can be separated into groups depending on whether they are pregnant with single, twin or triplet lambs. We can then feed them according to their needs.
In the sheds we can then keep a closer eye on them 24 hours a day so we don’t miss any going into labour. Although the majority of our sheep tend to give birth naturally, without any intervention from us, we do have to assist when the lambs are not presented correctly for delivery. Occasionally we have a very large lamb, too big to fit through the cervix, and the vet has to be called to perform a caesarean section. Luckily this year we have only had to call the vet once for this procedure and that was a couple of days ago. Thankfully, Mum and her gorgeous twins are doing fine!
When a ewe has lambed we put her and her new-born lambs into an individual pen so that they can bond. It is so amazing that every ewe will know the individual call of her lambs so they can find each other out in the field. By putting them in separate pens this important bonding process occurs naturally. It is essential to check the new-born lambs feed with the special milk (colostrum) that their mothers produce. This is the first milk that the ewes produce and is full of nutrition and antibodies, so setting the lamb up for a great start in life. After a couple of days in the individual pens the lambs and mothers are numbered, this is for the farmer’s benefit when we need to know who belongs to who! Then, if the weather is kind, we let the mothers and lambs out into the fields. We start with a small paddock and then move onto a larger field when we know they are independent enough to fend for themselves.
Some of the lambs are now about a month old and they become really mischievous just like naughty school children in the playground! If there is a tiny gap in the hedge they will get through it! They tend to follow each other, so if one gets out you can be sure all his buddies will follow! Somewhere lagging behind you will usually find a frazzled farmer!
Lambs topping up in the field
Guests love watching or helping with the lambing. Feeding pet lambs is always a favourite activity for children. So, by staying on a farm in Devon you will find so much going on just outside your front door and you are welcome to pop on your wellies and join in if you are so inclined. However, if you prefer to relax by the roaring log fire then that’s fine too!
Sally
Nestled in the South Hams district of Devon and a haven for ‘yachties’ and those who prefer to keep their deck shoes firmly on dry land, Salcombe is a popular resort town for all ages. It delivers beautiful golden sandy beaches, sparkling blue seas, wonderful walks and great food. Take a walk along the South West Coast Path and discover the hidden coves revealed at low tide or enjoy some bucket and spade action on the popular North Sands beach where there are many rock pools to explore.
From the town you’ll look out and see the beautiful East Portlemouth beach seemingly unreachable across the river. Luckily a number of ferries are available to take you over the water to this long sandy beach. The Railway and River Boat Company also offer boat trips to and from the town and wildlife watching trips, such as TV star Monty Halls’ Great Escapes, can be booked if you want to get closer to nature.
This vibrant town boasts a great range of shops where you can pick up the sailing look even if you have no intention of setting foot on the water. If you do want to get your feet wet there are various places to have a go at a range of water sports – from paddle boarding up the river to getting to grips with the wind and sails by taking out a Hobie Cat.
After all that exercise you’ll need to refuel; look no further than Fore Street for a range of great restaurants and food outlets where you can enjoy the best in local produce. Salcombe boasts a thriving harbour and freshly caught fish and crab features heavily on menus across the town.
If you’re here during the annual regatta you’ll be treated to fun and games from crabbing and sandcastle competitions, to tug-of-war and rowing as well as a glittering firework display.
A short drive gives you access to many surrounding villages in this Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB), all equally picturesque.
Two villages on the North Devon coast, one above the other, Lynton and Lynmouth were known by the Victorians as Little Switzerland.
Lynton is an attractive village with a museum and good range of restaurants, cafes, tea shops and ‘art/craft’ shops. The town hall is very grand and is home to the Visitor Centre as well as films, drama and exhibitions.
Six hundred feet below Lynton is the small harbour of Lynmouth. The two villages are linked by a famous and ingenius cliff railway which is well worth a ride. In the 19th century the steep cliffs separating the two villages were a major obstacle to economic development. In 1820 holidaymakers also started arriving and thought was given to how to transport both goods and tourists up and down. In 1890 a tramway, powered by water from the River Lyn, was finally opened to the public amid much acclaim.
Two rivers – the East Lyn and the Hoaroak – combine just inland from the harbour at Watersmeet, sweep down a spectacular gorge and through the village to the sea. Reminders of the disaster in 1952, when the rivers flooded and a torrent of water washed many cottages into the sea with great loss of life, can be seen in the Memorial Hall.
There are some lovely walks from Lynmouth, notably up the river gorge to Watersmeet where the National Trust have a shop and tea rooms. You can also travel west along the coast path to the Valley of Rocks with its dramatic scenery and flock of wild goats or round Hollerday Hill overlooking Lynton.
A wonderful area to visit, with guaranteed spectacular views.
I was so excited after I put down the phone. Something I had always wanted to do had just been presented to me on a plate – to judge a local pet show. I absolutely love dogs – particularly my own of course.
The date was set and I was ready and waiting. What to wear? Go posh, or low key. No, the former, needed to be very professional.
The day dawned and thank goodness the weather was beautiful, so the chosen outfit was entirely suitable. A cream linen skirt (below the knee so dogs couldn’t look up my skirt), coloured blouse and matching jacket. I thought about gloves, because who knows what I might be handling – stupid idea, only the Queen wears gloves and I doubt she has had such an important engagement for years. I was taking this really seriously. Hat? No.
I arrived at the village green in plenty of time and introduced myself to the Show Secretary. She was also taking this seriously and was in a cream linen skirt (well below the knee), matching blouse and jacket. Goodness did we look like twins?
Down to business. Something was not quite right. I had a terrible feeling inside. I desperately tried to recall the telephone conversation when I was invited to judge this dog show. Why weren’t there many dogs?
To my horror, I remember the conversation entirely.
“Mrs East, would you be interested in judging our annual pet show”? Oh no! It was not a dog show at all.
The time had arrived and I was invited to enter the ring where I was faced with at least 10 competitors ranging in age from 5 to very elderly and, for added pressure, every competitor seemed to have brought along every member of their family and their neighbours for moral support. There was only one dog!
I quickly asked the Steward (who also wore a linen skirt, just below the knee) how many prizes and rosettes we had. Apparently only three. Oh dear. So there were going to be plenty of tears.
Without further ado I through myself into the task ahead. A quick glance at the variety of serious faces looking at me confirmed my suspicion that this judging lark was not quite the stroll in the park I thought it might be.
With my head held high and smiling, I walked very confidently to exhibit No. 1 – a lovely caged brown, long-haired hamster which was clearly not interested and refused to wake up, despite vigorous prodding by its distraught young owner. Moving along the line was a cat on a lead, 3 white mice racing each other around their cage and next, a young teenager sitting on a beautiful picnic rug, but with no sign of any pet whatsoever. I glanced hopefully at her and she smiled back. There followed a period of silence after which she whispered something down the front of her blouse. I cannot believe what happened next… A pet rat emerged. I nearly died… and not of laughter. How could I possibly award a rosette to an animal that I spend copious amounts of money on trying to eradicate from our farm!
Moving swiftly on, the next young lad was grinning from ear to ear as he showed me the contents of his large brown box. There inside was a beautiful Lavender Pekin hen with 4 baby chicks all scratching around in a bed of fresh shavings. My heart lifted – not all was lost.
I soon arrived at the dear old lady with the only dog. She had very white hair, so did the dog. She wore a red and white polka dot headscarf, so did the dog and when she smiled at me she had only 3 or 4 teeth. I daren’t look in the dog’s mouth just in case that had a similar amount of teeth and my reaction may have verged on the unprofessional! Perhaps she should have entered a proper dog show in the ‘dog that most looks like its owner’ class.
I was nearly at the end of the line. The second to last competitor was holding a large clear jar filled with green foliage. After some time I saw a rather small stick insect which, I was informed, was called Jumbo! My last competitor was a jolly, middle-aged man. On his shoulder was perched a beautiful parrot which I do believe was grinning as well. The cause of the merriment soon became clear as the competitor took a swig from his pint of bitter and then proceeded to offer the parrot a sip as well. It was a beautiful hot day and I was informed that a dehydrating parrot is not a happy one. What a lovely note to end on. Except the end was not insight, it was all just beginning for me. How on earth do you select the winner in the face of such diversity?
I stood back and was joined by the very efficient Steward who was clasping the rosettes in anticipation. I looked at every entrant again and again. A silence hung around the ring.
The first prize I awarded to the beautiful hen and her chicks – that met with approval from the crowd. Second prize much trickier, so I plumped for effort and turnout. It went to the old lady, who was overjoyed. The third prize needed to bring out the fun side of such a competition and of course it went to the parrot, before it got inebriated and fell off its ‘perch’.
Janet East
Every so often one of our five farm dogs has a bad day. Last Spring it was Barley, our Clumber spaniel, who had what he would describe as a very bad day. He is not a dog to over exert himself. He takes life as it comes, and then slows it down a bit. When let out of the dog shed in the morning, whereas the others will greet the day with yelps of excitement, Barley will cast a half-open eye over the weather outside, decide it is too wet/windy/ cold or hot, then curl up tighter into the straw and resume his sleep. So given his measured and careful approach to each day, you would have thought he had minimised the chances of anything going wrong.
Barley considering his options for the day
Not so on one Spring morning, when I was taking the dogs down our valley to check for any wayward sheep. It is a steep sided valley, with a stream running down it and trees and scrub rising up on either side. A fantastic adventure ground for dogs, full of the scent of pheasants, squirrels, foxes, badgers and deer, and also a lovely walk for us in the Spring, with all the wild flowers looking their best.
The dogs were busy hunting away up ahead when I heard this awful yowling and whining which sounded rather like Barley. Then there he was, sliding backwards down a slope with something red and brown attached to his nose. The four other dogs piled in to the affray and suddenly, out of the whirlwind of dogs, slipped a fox. It shot down to the track closely followed by Holly, Barley’s daughter, who caught it by the back leg as it squeezed through a wire fence. However one tug and it was away, across the stream and up through the gorse and trees on the other side of the valley, leaving our dogs in a rather confused state.
Teazel, our young Springer spaniel
Bruce the sheepdog and Teazel the young Springer spaniel were charging around being tough and looking for something to beat up. Holly was still trying to work out why she could not get through the wire fence like the fox, while Jessie, the old springer, was pottering amongst the ferns trying to remember why she was half way up the slope. Barley was seriously sorry for himself. It seemed he had been poking his nose into an interesting looking hole when the hole’s occupant took exception and clamped its jaws around his nose. Barley’s reaction would have been to jerk his head out of the hole and had obviously whipped a surprised fox out with it.
We treated numerous puncture wounds on his nose and made a great fuss of him while he tried to come to terms with the painful indignity of the whole episode. He thought the fox should be reported to the RSPCA for cruelty to Clumbers, but I had to point out that there is some law now about hunting foxes with dogs, and that it might be better to keep quiet.
It was several months before Barley would put his nose down another hole, and then it was a very small one, just to be on the safe side.
Robin and Lindy
Here at Yellingham we’ve embarked on an exciting new project………bottling our own apple juice!
I contacted an apple pressing company from Newton Abbott, who duly arrived on the appointed day and the process began. We had collected kilos and kilos of apples in trays ready for them to process. They were all washed and put through a large macerator in batches followed by layering in a large press which was situated in the back of their van. In the first pressing they took away 125 litres, which is their capacity when mobile, and returned with it 3 days later pasteurised and bottled! A few days later the same procedure was followed and another 125 litres was pressed. The result was amazing and instead of watching the majority of my apples rot over the winter, after using and giving away as many as possible, I am now the proud owner of 320 beautiful bottles of our own apple juice! I have had lovely labels made and sales for Xmas are good. With any luck you may see some in the shop.
A quick note on the farm. The wet weather has caused havoc with the fleece of my sheep and bellies and bottoms need addressing. The shearer is now due and he will belly out and dag (rear end tidy up) all the lambs. This is now essential as markets and, most importantly, abattoirs are getting very strict on ensuring animal are ‘clean’ before slaughter. Quite right too, even though it is difficult with the ground as wet as we have here at Yellingham. The in-lamb ewes will also be dagged out in preparation for lambing. This process removes the wool from around their rear ends and also around the teats so that it is all clean. This aids both the lamb in the navigation process to the teat and gives the shepherd a clear view of what is going on! Lambing isn’t far off!
Janet