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Weekly Photo Challenge – Wall

Here are walls rather than a wall – walls left by the Tin Mining Industry that was such an important part of Cornwall’s history. These are the relics of the workings at South Wheal Frances  – not quite as the brief described but still, walls with stories and history.You could find out more here if you are interested.

For other interesting interpretations of this week’s Photo Challenge, click here.

I have just picked up this message which you may find interesting. Wheal Frances is on The Great Flat Lode Trail.

Someone has messaged me asking what ‘The Great Flat Lode’ is all about, so I thought I’d post an explanation to all.

The Great Flat Lode is a tin rich seam which cuts across the upland area south of Redruth and Camborne. Despite its name its not very flat and dips into the ground at about 45deg. However, all terms are relative, most other seams dip at 70-90deg,

Many mines were sunk where the Great Flat Lode is found near the ground surface. Many of these mines were linked to each other with ‘tramways’ most of these used horse drawn skips on rails which were used to carry coal from the coast (mainly Portreath, Hayle and Devoran), to the mines and to carry the tin and copper ore from the mine to the processing areas and/or to the coast for export.

Today the routes of those old tramways have been converted to the ‘Mineral Tramways Trail’ which provides mainly level, traffic-free access to one of Cornwall’s historic mining regions. There are over 37 miles (60km), of paths including the circular Great Flat Lode and the coast-to-coast Portreath-Devoran Tramway. The trails connect to other routes established including The Cornish Way and the South West Coastal Footpath.

 

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Mother’s Day

It is Mothering Sunday here in the UK and I have been spoilt! Delicious croissants for breakfast, cards and presents, flowers and phone calls and a walk on the Great Flat Lode investigating some wonderful old industrial architecture (of which more in my next post) Click on any photo for more detail. I wish I could send you smells as well. The gorse smells of honey and the Daphne Odora is just intoxicating and is a scent and a plant that my own lovely Mum loved too.

I repeat here a message that a friend sent out last year and which I found very touching.
“A message of love and compassion to all friends out there on Mother’s Day who do not have their own children, to friends who are estranged from their children or their mothers and to friends who have lost treasured members of their family ... may you find unconditional love in unexpected places and a healthy channel for your own nurturing and creativity to help make the world around you a place where you feel cared for and are seen and known for who you are.” Thank you, Pip.

P.S. Does anyone else find the new posting page infuriating?

 

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Walk, Celandine and Camellia

1   This afternoon, I did my first unsupported walk in months and months – no stick, no crutch and I did pretty well though I did find it hard work. It’s been a bitter day but I became very warm as I walked, only down the road, through the park, up the lane, along Lovers’ Lane and up along our road but it felt like miles! I actually cannot remember when I last walked anywhere without a stick and I feel very happy! The lovely Mr S was with me of course, full of encouragement and helping me to keep my gait correct to avoid any hint of limping. I have limped for so long that I really have to concentrate to walk well. I’m getting there.

2   Along Lovers’ Lane there were dozens of brightly yellow Celandines and the Three Cornered Leeks were almost open.

Celandine

Celandine

3   Just on the corner of the lane and our road is a splendid Camellia bush, just smothered in blossoms.

Camellia

Camellia

 

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Garden Jewels, Feather and Reflection

1   I don’t know if you read the lovely story of the girl who was feeding the birds in her garden and they started bring her all sorts of little shiny gifts. It’s here if you would like to read it. Well, two days ago, the lovely Mr S was working in the front garden and found these little glass pieces and we have no idea from whence they came! I’d like to think that we ,too, are being thanked for our bird feeding.

Gifts of garden jewels?

Gifts of garden jewels?

2   A feather found itself caught in the Thyme today and was being blown in the bitter wind.

Feather on the Thyme

Feather on the Thyme

3   Sitting at dinner tonight, we noticed the glass bunting catching the light and being reflected in the window.

Glass colours

Glass colours

 

 
 

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Window, Singing and A Poem

1   Getting held up in the traffic on the way to singing in Penryn this morning allowed me to get a photo of this lovely old window in Ponsanooth.

Stained glass window in Ponsanooth

Stained glass window in Ponsanooth

2   L, who moved to Glasgow, visited choir this morning with her lovely boys. We sang the little one to sleep in M’s arms.

Sleeping Choir baby

Sleeping Choir baby

3   With all the daffodils that we see as we drive around Cornwall at the moment and that I have been showing you, I thought this poem a good one to share.

To Daffodils

By Robert Herrick

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
         You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
         Has not attain’d his noon.
                        Stay, stay,
                Until the hasting day
                        Has run
                But to the even-song;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
         We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
         As you, or anything.
                        We die
                As your hours do, and dry
                        Away,
                Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.

 

 

 

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Crochet, Cornish Hedge and Horses

1   I had a lovely morning being creative with yarns and embroidery threads this morning with my lovely friends N and T and saw my crochet daffodils in their new home in one of N’s beautiful felted containers – a good match.

Crochet Daffodils

Crochet Daffodils

2   I love Cornish hedgerows where daffodils, brambles and a palm tree can be found all growing side by side.

Lovely mix

Lovely mix

3   Cornish lanes can be very narrow! I took this photo from the car as I stopped to let these two beauties pass by.

Horses in the lane

Horses in the lane

 

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Bunting, Droplets and Oscar Wilde

1   In my favourite shop in Redruth, Cornishbirdinthesticks, I found  some glass bunting which I fell in love with so I didn’t leave it in the shop!

Glass bunting

Glass bunting

2    The rain droplets on the Fritillaria Meleagris are very beautiful.

Droplets on the Fritillaria

Droplets on the Fritillaria

3   I like this advice from Oscar Wilde.

Be yourself

Be yourself

 

 

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Stamp, Bee and Narcissus

1    Some of you know that my neighbour has been in Bhutan. She sent us a postcard which was lovely but even better, that’s her on the stamp!

Sue on a stamp

Sue on a stamp

2    I caught a bee on one of the crocuses this morning in one of the brief sunny moments. Just look at his pollen dusting as he leaves.

Bee on purple crocus

Bee on purple crocus

3   I love how the sun through this narcissus makes it glow.

Backlit Narcissus

Backlit Narcissus

 

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International Women’s Day – Women In My Life

I thought I would dedicate this post to some of the women in my life whom I have loved and who have helped make me the woman I am.

Firstly, there is my Mum, a remarkable woman in so many ways and a woman of whom I have often said, ‘If I could be half as good a Mother as her I will have done a good job.’  Her very special talent, however, was as an inspirational Teacher of the Deaf. She used to teach deaf babies how to speak and in 1949 was in The Daily Mirror as she worked with the little ones and their mothers. Mum continued this work until she retired, teaching generations of children in London, Doncaster and Cornwall, the very young and older, how to lip read and how to communicate. We were all inordinately proud of her. Click on the cuttings taken from the family scrapbook to read more detail.

As well as being an inspiring teacher, Mum was also a creative gardener, a fabulous cook, crocheted and made beautiful patchwork.

Her Mother, my Granny, is the one from whom I inherit some Spanish genes and the one who taught me (and probably Mum)  to crochet and to knit, with great patience. She died when I was only 10 but had sewn the seeds of love for creating with yarn. I inherited some colourful Granny squares that she had made and passed these on to one of my daughters who has used them and added to them to make a crochet blanket for Grand Baby B. The blanket will have been made by her Mum and her Great Great Granny! Isn’t that something?!

Some of my readers know about my Great Great Granny on my Father’s side of the family, Mary Wiseman née Turnbull whom I never met.  She was a Suffragette who was imprisoned in Holloway for breaking windows in the cause of universal suffrage. She was force fed and we have in the family the Holloway brooch (below) which was presented to each of those prisoners by Emmeline Pankhurst in honour of what they had done. The following recording was made by a friend at the workshop we did last Tuesday. It is one of the songs from Natalie McGrath’s play ‘Oxygen’ about the March of the Suffragists from Land’s End to London in 1913.

holloway-brooch

 

 
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Blood Orange, Sunlit Cherries and Red Tulips

Until I read the photo Challenge for the week, my theme for the day was turning out to be red! The oranges I cut into this morning were beautiful blood oranges thought they turned out to be rather tart.

Blood orange

Blood orange

2   A sunbeam fell on the bowl of cherries. They were very sweet and have not lasted the day!

Cherries

Cherries

3   The lovely Mr S bought me some glorious red tulips to celebrate my being so fit! He puts this down to my doing all my exercises every day. He has been my brilliant personal trainer!

Deep red tulips

Deep red tulips

 
 

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