Before I met some lovely friends for a coffee in the cafe at Trelissick I had a brisk walk around the garden. Here are a few of the delights therein.

Lichen

Rhododendron flower

King Harry Ferry from Trelissick

We had a delicious soup for lunch after the lovely Mr S returned home from working on the boat in bitter if bright weather.

Carrot and Orange Soup

It was a full moon on Sunday so I was able to set the Moon and Tide clock that was one of my birthday presents. We were in Barcelona for the last full moon so this was my first opportunity.  I shall really enjoy watching the progress of the moon and planning outings based on the tide.

Moon and Tide clock, made from recycled flowerpots!

I am listening to BBC Radio 4 as I prepare this post. The following poem has just been quoted from. It is in a book about to be published called, I think, ‘Poems which make women cry.’

“Warsan Shire, a Somali-British writer and poet in her 20s, uses her work to explore stories of escape and journeys. The poem below, entitled “Home”, is written from the perspective of someone escaping violence, and losing their home. Not only is Shire a very talented writer, this poem is also a powerful answer to common claims that asylum seekers are moving for economic reasons, or because they just feel like it. The majority of the Syrian people who have attempted to enter Europe in recent months were legitimately fearing for their lives, and felt like they had no other choice.  You can find the whole harrowing poem here. It is well worth reading.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled 
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied