We drove to St Agnes Head to watch the sun slide into the sea at sunset this evening.
Driving home, the sky was peachy and lovely.
Last evening, at the soup night, we each had the prettiest of napkins
Sunset, Evening Sky and Embroidery
A Cornish Lane, Cathedral and A Soup Night Poem
Soup night was wonderful and raised £1,000 for tonight’s good cause.! The following poem was perfect for the night.
Soup by Salena Godden from her collection Pessimism is for Lightweights
Kalan Gwav and Autumnal Colours
Kalan Gwav is a Cornish celebration that marks the first days of winter, a time when myth becomes reality and tales become legends. We were lucky enough to come across the celebration of the new season in Trelissick Gardens this afternoon and loved the installations that we came across in our walk around, all inspired by Cornish folklore.
And a touch of Autumnal colours in the stilt lady, the leaves and the lanes.
Comedy Night
A glass working day, cutting and choosing jewellery to decorate the newly cut pieces followed by an evening at the theatre with a crazy and very funny left-wing comedian.
The young comedian from Tennessee who was his support act was brilliant but I can’t find her name.
Young Volunteers and Winter Salads
It’s half term and there were lots of youngsters helping at Community Roots today.
I showed you the poly tunnels last week with all the winter crops. Here they are one week on.
Thanks to Community Roots for these lovely close-ups of Winter salad crops.
A Good Read, Another Angel and A Word
My dear sister recommended a book for me that she said was an ‘uplifting read’ especially for moments in life when an uplift is needed. It certainly has that feeling and is beautifully written. I love the philosophy of live this one life well and look after each other.
I am delighted with today’s angel. (I won’t show you everything I make, I promise! I am just so pleased to find I can still make a decent job of it.)
I came across a new word today –snudge. It’s a verb from as in to snudge along, that is to be walking along, looking downwards as if totally engrossed in something. It made me think of those who walk about with their phones missing all the beautiful glimmers of magic that are all around us. I found it while browsing The Horologicon by Mark Forsyth.
Pink, Glass and A Poem
The wind and rain have beaten down the Hesperantha, sometimes called River Lily, but not destroyed them.
I soldered the glass pieces I showed you the other day and am pleased with the result after so long of not working with the materials. 
The following poem by Mary Oliver was new to me. I like it. 
Three Minutes by the Sea and The Collector
Almost blown off my feet and wet through in moments, I managed three minutes at Portreath and got some wonderful shots of the crashing waves this afternoon.
We went to see The Collector at The Ladder in Redruth again this evening and I was even more moved than the first time I saw it last week. If you are anywhere nearby, don’t miss this remarkable, quirky piece of theatre. Here’s the link for you.
Film, Glass and A Poem
Sometime ago, dear friends, on hearing that we had never seen Cinema Paradiso, sent us the dvd. Sadly, our dvd player was not working so we didn’t see the film for a while. We recently bought a new player and today, being a wild, wet and windy one with an amber storm warning in place, seemed a good afternoon to settle down and watch.
What a very special treat we have been missing!
Thank you, K&A
My morning was happily spent with glass, this time a sun-catcher made from red glass that friends gave me a few years ago, a lovely heart-shaped piece of sea glass sent by a lovely blog friend and an old earring, again, a donation from a friend. I love making beauty out of love.
Awaiting soldering
My lovely Mr S has been feeding next door’s cats for the last few days and I remembered this charming poem, My Cats by Charles Bukowski.
Autumn Colours, Fuchsia and An Angel
Waiting to go into choir today and looking along the Penryn River, I loved the autumn colours on this yacht.
The fuchsia plants that grow in Cornish hedges are still in flower and very lovely.
Going to my pottery classes has stirred up my creative juices again and though I think more pottery is not really for me – I have enjoyed the pottery adventure and am very happy to have tried a new skill.
I have unpacked all my glass and equipment today and have cut a couple of angels and foiled the parts for one. Choosing the bits of jewellery from my charity shop finds is always fun. 
