Morden

Civil Parish in Dorset Purbeck

England

Morden

Morden is a small civil parish located in the county of Dorset, England. Situated in the Purbeck district, it lies approximately 8 miles east of the town of Dorchester and 5 miles west of Wareham. The parish covers an area of around 3 square miles and is home to a population of approximately 300 residents.

The village of Morden is set amidst picturesque countryside, with rolling hills and farmland surrounding it. It retains a rural and peaceful atmosphere, making it an attractive place to live for those seeking tranquility and a slower pace of life. The parish is predominantly residential, with a mix of old cottages and more modern houses.

Morden is served by a small primary school, providing education for local children. The village also has a post office and a local convenience store, catering to the everyday needs of its residents. Despite its small size, Morden has a strong sense of community, with various social and recreational activities taking place throughout the year.

The parish is surrounded by beautiful natural landscapes and offers a range of outdoor activities for residents and visitors alike. The nearby Wareham Forest provides opportunities for walking, cycling, and wildlife spotting. For those interested in history, the historic market town of Wareham and the ancient ruins of Corfe Castle are just a short drive away.

In conclusion, Morden is a charming and tranquil civil parish in Dorset, offering a peaceful rural lifestyle and access to beautiful countryside and historic sites.

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Morden Images

Images are sourced within 2km of 50.760957/-2.126255 or Grid Reference SY9195. Thanks to Geograph Open Source API. All images are credited.

Morden, marker

Showing the route of the bridleway to West Morden.

Mike Faherty

Morden, pit

Former chalk pit on the edge of Common Chalk Pit Wood; no longer used as a chalk pit, but still as a pit for farming waste.

Mike Faherty

Morden, gate

On the bridleway to West Morden.

Mike Faherty

Morden, rape field

Mike Faherty

Morden, bluebell wood

In a large coppice next to West Morden Farm.

Mike Faherty

Morden, public route

From the bridleway to Winterborne Zelston to the main highway, passing West Morden Farmhouse.

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, bridleway

Along a field margin, towards the village.

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, hedge

A field margin on the bridleway to the village.

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, cereal field

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, ditch

Draining former withy beds.

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, bluebells

In woodland next to SY8996 : Winterborne Zelston, ditch.

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, bridleway

Through farmland, to the village from West Morden.

Mike Faherty

Winterborne Zelston, ploughland

Mike Faherty

Samuel Crumpler's Oak Tree, Old Park, Lytchett Matravers

See also: SY9295 : The Giant and the Dwarf A COUNTRY TRAGEDY By Beau Parke Samuel Crumpler paid the price for being so nice and trusting with his bull; He walked the field that blistering Summer's day whilst checking acreage and gauging chores unmindful of his young and powerful charge. Then suddenly the animal took pace and rushed and roared and snorted t'wards his face, whilst Sam stepped back, yet still believed the bull was easy to contain: But on it went, momentum built to such a speed and strength that Sam, alarmed, tried frantic'ly to reach for branches of the nearby oak, but failed to get the leverage he needed now to avoid its frenzied, maddened surge; He yelled in terrifying pain as he was pinned against the trunk and gored relentlessly by this unreal, unreasoning monster that he'd fed and nurtured from a calf; The blood was spurting forth as sweat and slime and slaver from the bull was intermixed with gore, and bones were crushed till Samuel Crumpler's broken frame was tossed into the air, now cruelly scythed and crunched beyond all comprehension. His sorrowing widow and nine sons and daughters saw him laid to rest a few days later in the Village Churchyard, knowing that local history had been made at his expense for trusting that young bull and lowering his guard. Samuel Crumpler, wheelwright, carpenter and sometime farmer died, aged fifty-five, in 1849; a kind and strong and gallant, some say foolish, family man.

Becky Williamson

The Giant and the Dwarf

This veteran Oak tree is dwarfed by its infant neighbour. It soaks up the negative energy emitted by the pylons. For more information about this oak tree, see SY9295 : Samuel Crumpler's Oak Tree, Old Park, Lytchett Matravers.

Becky Williamson