After another morning surfing with the surf school and an afternoon resting after their exertions in a rather wild sea, the most delicious dinner was cooked for us by LiveWire 2 (15 years old) this evening – Chicken in a special secret recipe sauce with silky smooth mash and Tenderstem broccoli and using home-grown shallots from our allotment.
LiveWire3 here with a woollen seagull, higher waves, and some fresh courgettes. I started my morning with some more surfing. Today’s waves were bigger and more rapid pushing me in all directions but don’t worry we’re getting better and better. Later on we went to the allotment and journeyed through the jungle of tomatoes after picking some courgettes. Granny took me to see Cornish Banksy. The yarn bomb she took me to see was very Cornish indeed, a pesky seagull stealing some chips. I hope we see some more of Cornish Banksy!
Hey everybody, it’s LiveWire3 and I’m glad to be back as the guest blogger. It was our first full day in Cornwall and me and my brother’s first time at surf school. We had waves of fun and exhaustion while tumbling and crashing. I almost stood up! LiveWire2 (my brother) however, was an expert, standing up on the waves like he ruled the world. As you can see we carried our surf boards back to base with hardship and determination.
Granny and I made a delicious lemon and chocolate cake (an unusual mix, I know)! I whizzed the batter until it was fluffy as a cloud, poured in the chocolate chips, folded them in and painted the lemon icing on the cake like an oil painting. It was perfectly tart and sweet, hitting a nerve in your brain that made you dream of heaven yet scrunch your nose up. Grandgrand mixed the icing!
Nasturtium
Runner Bean flowers
Japanese Anemones
LiveWires 2 and 3 have arrived with Daughter No 2 this evening so we are very much looking forward to the next week. 🙂
I was taking photos around the allotment today and realised that many were yellow so here they are. I can’t identify them all so any help appreciated. Thanks to Jude for the names – all edited now. :).
A beautiful horse was in town this afternoon.
A friendly horse called Dday
We took lots of stuff to the recycling centre today and I went to talk to Alison on the gate to admire the garden she has made. All the pots are reclaimed or recycled including a Henry hoover and a pair of wellies. All the plants are cuttings or leftovers from her allotment and it is a delight. She loves that it makes all the punters smile as they come into the otherwise drab area. 
It has been a lovely day so we headed out to see the sunset at Porthtowan but the clouds came in so it wasn’t as spectacular as it can be.
It’s International Apostrophe Day today and I wrote to the Guardian about apostrophe use in our small town. My letter (edited by them!)Â was published. . 
A misty morning and a yacht moored beside the car park
Yesterday, a poem by Mary Oliver was quoted during Ti’s celebration. I didn’t know it but today I found it. 
I’ve just been replying to all the lovely comments left about Ti and was reminded of her joining in with knitting her metre of the Peace Scarf for Wool Against Weapons. 
We said goodbye to our Dear Friend Ti, whom many of you have come to know through these posts. She celebrated her 105th birthday in May, met her Great Grandson in early July (the one for whom I made special SallyBoots) and died on July 21st.
We have shared so many lovely times with her, taken numerous garden posies and shared so many laughs and so much wonderful poetry with her. We were always amazed at her being able to remember poems from her childhood.. If you put Ti into the search on the right hand side of this post, you’ll find many lovely memories of our time with Ti.
It was a beautiful celebration of her life, full of love and warmth and my choir singing. I was asked to read one of her favourite poems which I did with love and pride.
Locally grown flowers, beautifully arranged and scented
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Victoria Sponge, one of Ti’s favourites and my contribution to the tea and cakes served afterwards.
Despite the rain today, many jobs were done at Community Roots, inside and out –Â sowing more lettuces, planting out brassicas, harvesting tomatoes, courgettes, cucumbers and beans. It is all remarkably productive for just one acre. . 
I walked about the allotment this afternoon and found more lovely splashes of colour. 
It’s International Elephant Day today. I love elephants, a love I shared with my dear, much missed, friend Angie. A few years ago on a special holiday in South Africa, the lovely Mr S and I came across a herd and enjoyed watching this youngster.
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