Yesterday, after choir, there was a flock of unusual birds on the muddy Penryn River. I asked a knowledgeable friend and he has kindly told me, “They are definitely Redshank. We usually get 2 or 3 most low tides, but I guess they were hunkering down before the storm.”
A friend, knowing of my family history and my interest in the Suffragettes, gave me this delightfully illustrated tea-towel.




















