
Early morning mist down the Penryn River as I waited to go into the Zed Shed for this morning’s sing.

The greens are back across the river. I love the view of the trees over the river as the seasons change.
We had a delightful breakfast with friends this morning, chatting, laughing and of course eating a delicious meal over more than two hours. On the way out I noticed the bistro window and was very taken with the illustration so carefully painted there.
My best book buddy lent me a book on Saturday and I have read it in two sittings. As it says on the back, “This is a gentle and welcome reminder that no matter what your age, there are always fresh discoveries ahead and pleasures to be enjoyed every day.” That’s what this blog is all about, of course, and I thoroughly enjoyed this read. I have already read Margareta Magnusson’s The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning, a practical and wise guide to clearing out the clutter so that your family don’t have to do it later. 
Walking home from a film showing this evening, we came up Church Lane and loved the tunnel of greenery that we walked through.
Two celebrations in Redruth today – Murdoch Day ( a celebration honouring the legacy of William Murdoch, the pioneer behind the use of coal gas in lighting) and Redruth Pride and the town has been buzzing with the parade, activities, live music on various stages and lots of market stalls.  The sun shone too which is such a bonus. Enjoy the gallery and click on any photo for the caption and more detail.
The flower bombs we bought in Amsterdam are developing but I don’t yet know what to expect as I don’t recognise any of the early leaves. 
The daisies are withstanding all the cold, wet and windy weather unlike the osteospernum which are looking very beaten down.
Our golden wedding rose has its first beautiful and highly scented bloom.
It’s been a bit of a day for one reason and another but we had a lovely lunch at home with a dear friend and together sorted out several theatre trips over the next few months – lots to look forward to.
This little poem came to mind today, Celia, Celia by Adrian Mitchell.  It made me smile. I hope it does the same for you.
When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on