This afternoon I baked, over Skype, with LiveWire No 4 who had seen her cousin’s Victoria sponge last week and wanted to try one her self. It was a tasty success and we had great fun. Of course, I have shared it with my lovely neighbour over a cup of tea in the front garden as before!
I am trying to track down a Cornish potter and thought I would try here. The coffee set, a couple of pieces below, was given to my Mum, Cicely Wiseman, when she retired, in the 1970s, from teaching at Roskear Primary School where she ran the unit for deaf children. The potter’s initials are JC and I thought I had found her but recently had a reply saying that sadly, I didn’t have the right person. Any help gratefully received.
Our Daffodils are opening beautifully and today, we had sunshine so they glowed.
The lovely Mr S has had a good day despite everything. Family phone calls and videos, cards and presents have made the day fun and we have ended with a favourite feast of Confit Duck and then the Lime and Ginger Cheesecake. To top it all (what a strange thing!) he has booked for his vaccine tomorrow!
Presents from our lovely neighbour
Lime and Ginger Cheesecake ready to serve
I am trying to track down the maker of this pottery, initials JC. Just a call out in case anyone local might know. We know the potter is in Cornwall and was potting in the late1970s/early 1980s.
For those of you following my friend’s icy water exploits, she has added a comment to yesterday’s post. 🙂
Our nephew’s wife, our niece-in-law, is an artist with words, otherwise know as a poet, whose work thrills me. She has given me permission to share this one here. In honour of her poem, Pisces Public Apology, here is a photo of a mobile that my Dad brought me from Mevagissey when I was five years old. I have treasured them for many, many years.
Pisces in pottery
Pisces Public Apology
I’m not a rock, I’m water. I will never be still, try to understand that. There will always be a ripple beneath the surface of my clouds
There will always be a reaper in my waves.
I am the child they called Powder Puff, crying eyes caricature doggy paddling the riptide squinting for a dwelling place in the oasis of my own peace but at the moment, that pebble is somewhere downstream.
Try to swallow the fact that I ingest my surroundings and spit them out in distillate form and that could be a shower or hold on to your hats cos it could just as well be a storm.
I know that you want me to stop dissecting the particles in search of a source babe, but isn’t that the definition of precipitate?
Can you relate to the water cycle, from pool to vapor to ice and then bled out by gravity over and over and over again- Have you ever danced in the rain? Have you ever tasted water from a glacial stream?
This is a public apology. Don’t get too close to me. When you see the water rising, get to shore or I’ll pull you down.
Try to understand that I am not an empty threat, you will get wet.
Your nostrils will burn with the flush of salt.
The sun setting in coral tones behind me says that the only way to make it is to float.
The moon never says anything, a conductor in silhouette.
It’s just the way of the sea, the rage is under the surface and rises up like Neptune – Is my tongue a wave or is it a blade?
The sun has seen me sleep serene beneath his rising, like a mirror in the dark.
He knows I will show you the red and aubergine vessels, I will pull on the pumps in your own heart and you will drown in love for the rawest remnant of yourself.
I am a teal tyrant to be sure and yet, in the summer months all of the earth’s children delight in my mischief.
They say you haven’t lived if you haven’t at least dipped your feet or turned your grinning face skyward in the rain.
I am not a rock but I’m a home for beings too small to even see, predatory beasts with bloody teeth, creatures too foreign to even believe.
I’m not a rock, but anyone will tell you, I am the blue blanket on this big round boulder, the source of life for every form and the finest refinery of every stone.
A Dear Friend from choir who knows my Suffragette history has given me a Suffragette calendar. The following are July’s picture and caption.
Last night we saw our Hedgehog! Some time ago I mentioned that we had spotted hedgehog droppings and so knew there was a Hedgehog around. One of my Dear Readers suggested feeding him and as a result of her comments, we found some Hedgehog Biscuits! Now we feed him each evening as we go to bed. Last night we were a bit late and he was waiting!
I baked a Coffee and Pecan Cake today – well, two in fact, a proper sized one to take to a friend this evening and a little one for us.
It was the Crowan Cluster Preview evening for Open Studios in Cornwall and we visited our friend, Nicky Stephenson, potter, who makes the most beautiful pots. The cake is for her visitors over the week.
The Christmas Angels are still flying in our lovely small town of Redruth.
We’ve been tidying away all the Christmas things today, among them, this beautiful bowl with its matching ladle. We always use it for bread sauce for Christmas dinner. It is the last piece of a dinner service that my Mum and Dad were given as a Wedding present in 1939 so is a very special treasure to me.
Minton bowl and ladle
I have loved myths and legends since I was very young so to be given Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology for Christmas was a real treat. I have so enjoyed reading these tales again and loved this fresh interpretation.
It has been a glorious sunny Spring day and I have spent much of it in the garden, tidying up and doing a bit of planting as the lovely Mr S continues to get the boat ready for launch next week. I have cleared out the veg trug and collected several old tiles from around the garden, all of which were my Mum’s and I have decorated the trug with the Minton tiles. I’ll show you the others another day.
I have planted some herbs and half a dozen lettuces. I buy ‘living lettuce’ plants from the super-market and plant them as we don’t have a greenhouse to raise our own baby plants from seed. They have been very successful in the past.
I picked a lovely little bunch of Spring flowers for Easter weekend.
My Easter flowers
A sad P.S. Our friend J was right in his thoughts that our little Bullfinch might be poorly. I checked on the RSPB website and discovered the problem. They advise removing all sources of food and water for three weeks so that the infection won’t be passed on and sterilising the feeders (which we do clean regularly). So, there won’t be any bird photos for a while. Thanks to J for pointing us in the right direction.
Some time ago, in April, I saw a delightful tea set in a local antique shop and returned a few days later to buy it. We have used the tea pot every day since and the other pieces whenever folk come in for tea. Disaster struck a few days ago when I knocked the spout on the tap………. It is now on a high shelf among my other tea pots and where the damage cannot be seen.
To my delight today, I found a fabulous replacement, full of colour and joy!
New tea pot
Three front doors appealed to me today as we walked around Penzance. I loved the door knocker on one and the colours, flowers and bunting on the others.
Delightful door knocker
Keep calm, go to the beach
Just past those houses, the bell tower with St Michael’s Mount behind came into view, the sun glinting on one of the windows.
I’ve been trying to find time to get to Studio 10 in Redruth to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition since last Sunday. I made it at last, met some lovely people, saw some amazing art and bought some earrings! I just loved the humour in these mosaic characters by Susie Chaikin, an artist I am delighted to have discovered today. Do have a look at her website by clicking on the red link. I featured some of her husband, Mike Chaikin’s, kinetic sculptures in April without knowing they were his – sorry! You can see them here.
Frida and Diego by Susie Chaikin
Here are the earrings I bought today. I need to find out the name of the artist maker. (I have now been told they have been made by Anne Boo Whetter.
Sorting through stuff again – it’s ongoing! – I re-discovered Baby’s Progress, a little booklet given to my Mum to record my progress many years ago. Here is one page from it.
I love being able to plait hair again! When LiveWire T’s Mum was little she used to insist on an odd number of plaits and each one had to have a different coloured ribbon – sometimes seven plaits and all the colours of the rainbow.
On the way to school this morning we spotted pansies in a front garden.Today’s feast of art was at The Royal Academy for The Summer Exhibition. Here are some of our favourites.
By Bob and Roberta Smith
Poupee Bleue by Abdoulaye Konate
Untitled Throne, decommissioned arms by Gonçalo Mabunda
Bob and Roberta Smith
Alter Ego – two silver plated objects, one flattened by a 250 ton press, hanging on threads. Cornelia ParkerDetail from Swell by Sara Dodd. So delicate and made of porcelain, looking like sheets of filo pastry.
This was our absolute favourite, bronze and aluminium, called Silent Journey by Ann Christopher.