About Us

We are townies from Bristol recently moved to a very rural part of Somerset, a small village called Baltonsborough in Somerset. 

Our village is a very old established place listed in the Doomsday Book. We have a village hall, a pub, a very old church, a war memorial, a telephone box, a primary school, two children's playgrounds and hopefully, very soon, a new village shop. 

We are also surrounded by beautiful apple orchards, cider was a big thing in these parts! Cheese making, dairy cows, sheep, goats and the odd celebrity living in the village. It is also the famed birth place of St Dunstan whom the church is named after. We also have the celebrated River Brue and the Weir known as the Baltonsborough Flights, a wild swimming spot.....freezing but bracing apparently! Kids find it popular during the summer.

The War Memorial, alongside the Baltonsborough Bullet. Very well maintained by the thriving British Legion, who have recently celebrated the centenary of the Baltonsborough branch.

A much loved phone box with a seat for the weary, alongside a war memorial bench. We also have a few bus stops, though the buses are few and far between.

Baltonsborough Community Orchard. Planted for the Queen's Golden Jubilee. A whole range of different apple trees.

St Dunstan's Church a really peaceful spot by the river.

Always there and a sign we have arrived home. The Tor!

The Greyhound Pub. A friendly place and beautifully within staggering distance. They keep a good pint too, so I've been told.

Glastonbury and Street are on our doorstep 4 and 3 miles away.  Glastonbury home to the hippy and other crazy dressers, with plenty of witches and wizards thrown into the brew. Always good for a few spells and a bit of street art to rival Banksy. Loads of pubs and millions of tourists.

Street, with the open air Lido and of course shopping at Clarks Village.

The iconic Glastonbury Tor is in evidence from everywhere, although you can't quite see it from our garden! We are told that during the Glastonbury Festival, held during June, you can hear the bass, when the wind blows in the right direction. Fortunately, after 2 years we haven't heard it yet. Pilton, home to the festival is just across the back fields.

The beauty of living in this lovely setting are the hundreds of footpaths that criss- cross the area. Fields to ramble through in the summer and roads to roam if it's wet. Of course there is always the chance you will encounter the odd bit of agricultural machinery, but generally it is quiet. Brilliant for walking and cycling!

We are ever grateful to live in such a beautiful place.