A friend told me that the Sea Thrift at Godrevy is very lovely this year so as we were in that direction for an appointment we called by and it was just stunningly beautiful! Join us in this gallery as we walk on the cliff tops there and at Hell’s Mouth ending up driving towards Portreath. This post is especially for my lovely friend, N, who is away from home just now.
Tonight we have been to St Euny Church which was the venue for Zig Zag Way, a play about Cornish miners in Mexico. It was brilliant!
The sky as we came out of the Church was just gorgeous.
I have re-planted our Boody Garden for the summer with Marguerites and Lobelia, partly to match the blue and white china that is in there. In the dialect of 19th century Northumberland, ‘boody’ referred to broken china. I discovered this at Tate Britain couple of years ago when we went to the exhibition of folk art. Now I have a name for my little garden where my favourite broken pottery is saved. There is a beautiful old plate, part of a coffee cup which was the last of a set given to my Mum on her retirement from teaching deaf children at Roskear School in Camborne, a piece of terracotta from a much loved and used bread crock and handles from a beautiful piece of Jane Hamlyn pottery and I just love it, my ‘boody’ garden!
Every time I go to the garden shed I mean to take a photo of this beautiful door plate which was recovered from a house we lived in as children. It pleases me every time I open the shed door!
Antique painted finger plate
This afternoon, while clearing some of the weeds from the front garden I was stung by nettles and it reminded me of a Vernon Scannell poem. Just imagine his rage that his three year old has been hurt so much and picture him slashing and burning – and then thinking about the hurts that his child will feel as he grows up but there will be nothing that the poet will be able to do to help……….
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. ‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment of spite behind the shed: It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears The boy came seeking comfort and I saw White blisters beaded on his tender skin. We soothed him till his pain was not so raw. At last he offered us a watery grin, And then I took my billhook, honed the blade And went outside and slashed in fury with it Till not a nettle in that fierce parade Stood upright any more. And then I lit A funeral pyre to burn the fallen dead, But in two weeks the busy sun and rain Had called up tall recruits behind the shed: My son would often feel sharp wounds again.
You may remember that lots of knitters from Caring Crafters of Cornwall and including me, have been knitting tiny things for our local Neo Natal Unit. They wrote to say thank you which is lovely. Emma is the special person who has been co-ordinating our efforts.
What a fabulous sing this morning with Claire Ingleheart and The Suitcase Singers. We went from Shoshalosa to Batonebo, through Yenemanormanoa to Janie Mama, all sung with such joy! I have so missed singing and harmonising with other beautiful voices while we have been away. Believe me, I took some beautiful photos of the Penryn River and some bluebells this morning and only realised when I tried to upload them that I had had no memory card in my camera! So here are a few photos of beautiful flowers in our garden this evening.
After a busy day in the garden we headed off to Porthtowan for a walk along the beach. We love how it all gets busier as the evening comes on. Can you imagine leaving work and heading for the beach to surf in the evening sunshine? By the time we left, there were 50 or more surfers having fun in the waves. Bliss!
Our hedgerows are just glorious at this time of year – filled with Bluebells, Pink campions, Cow parsley, Dandelions and Buttercups but all rather hard to catch from a moving car.
Lane near Kehelland
Happily, we are seeing lots of bees around. This one was flitting around the Libertia Grandiflora in the front garden.
A lovely friend brought me some beautiful deep red Sweet Williams the other day. Sadly, the camera seems unable to catch the depth of colour properly but here is a hint of how lovely they are. Thank you L.