We met our friends for breakfast at The Heron on the side of the Malpas River and had a delicious breakfast with delightful company. Across the water is this lovely white cottage with its own stone steps down to the beach.
Walking away, we spotted two swan families on the water with six cygnets between them.
Afterwards we went into Truro to the museum to collect the print of Tony Foster’s Lockdown diary 1 which I fell in love with when we first saw it a couple of weeks ago. I showed you Lockdown Diary 2 in a post that day. You can see it here. You’ll be able to see the print when it has been framed.
I was excited about collecting the print and even more so when the staff said that Tony Foster was in the gallery and that I should go and meet him. What a lovely, friendly man! He was so easy to chat to, about his paintings, about the Grand Canyon, about the danger our beautiful and fragile planet is in, about lockdown and his delightful record of those strange days. He was gracious enough to let me get a photo for this blog. He is standing by Lockdown Diary 1, a copy of which will be on our wall before too long.
At the back of the catalogue are the following words.
We set off to see the Tony Foster exhibition at Truro Museum and came across two more wonderful rooms. What a day! Firstly we came across a beautiful Kurt Jackson painting.
In the next room we came upon a Welly Dog, aka a Tinners’ Hound, made by David Kemp. Regular readers will know that we have our very own Welly Dog and we love him very much, all the more so as he was a gift from the lovely Bill Mitchell.
Then, a small room full of portraits where we came across a friend, an activist in the XR movement, a brave and beautiful person whom we admire so much. Antonia put me in touch with the photographer, Gavan Goulder, who has very kindly and generously given me permission to share it here along with his words which introduce the exhibition and the words of Antonia herself. Here is the link to his website where the words can be read more clearly and many more rebels and their stories can be found. I am so in awe of the bravery of these people who are fighting for our planet and the futures of our children and grandchildren. We help in the ways we can but I am not brave enough to risk arrest despite my Great Granny being a Suffragette who was force fed in Holloway in her battle to gain the vote for us all. In fact, despite the beauty still to come, this exhibition was the highlight of my day. Thank you to Gavan Goulder and to Antonia.
At last, we came to Tony Foster’s work. We heard him talk many years ago, in the Truro Museum, about his paintings done in the Grand Canyon and the Himalayas and there were some of those paintings here today but the special works for me this morning were the little paintings done during lockdowns, all done in Cornwall on his daily and limited walks. Here are his pieces from the second lockdown, each a painting done in the afternoon following his morning walk, whatever the weather based on the little sketches he made while out. Each sketch has a little commentary. Click on the photo and zoom in and you can, just, read the words. If you, dear Reader, are in Cornwall before Christmas, do go to the museum and revel in all the beauty to be found in there. The staff have done a wonderful job of curating all this loveliness.
On my way to collect my beloved Beetle from our local garage, I went past a favourite lane, covered in wet Autumn leaves.
Further up the road, I had been told to look out for something that I would enjoy seeing. It was this delightful Dalmation guarding what at a first quick glance looked like people at the beach. It wasn’t until I came home and zoomed in on the photo that I realised it was Dorothy and her pals at the end of the yellow brick road, a lovely humorous continuation of the yellow line on the road.
For those of my dear Readers who also like Leonard Cohen, I really enjoyed reading about him in The Guardian today in their ‘My Best Shot’ feature. The photographer is Ian Cook and this is his story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
My choirs are meeting up at the Porthtowan Eco Park where we can sing in the atrium, covered but with plenty of air circulating. Over the weeks I’ve been watching the development of a beautiful mural and today stopped to talk to the artist, Camilla, to tell her how much I love her work. All the elements of the eco park are here – vegetables and edible flowers growing, wind turbines turning, musicians playing and singing, food being served, campers playing and all in such lovely earthy colours. She’s working on an elevated platform and is well wrapped up against the wind and mizzle.
The bee flew off just as I focussed!
A poppy self-seeded in the edible garden in the trough just outside the kitchen window. I know it isn’t edible but I left it there because it is beautiful.
Earth Day is an annual event on April 22 to demonstrate support for environmental protection. First held on April 22, 1970, it now includes a wide range of events coordinated globally by EarthDay.com including 1 billion people in more than 193 countries. How better to mark the day than by planting a tree and by tending the earth to raise food for the future?
Meet Me At The Edge is a beautiful film for you. It was to have been a live event on the cliffs at Botallack in Cornwall this time last year but, of course, had to be cancelled. The WildWorks team have put it all together as a film so find yourself an hour and watch this beautiful and moving piece. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d78PwHXQbQI
There’s a lovely new mural in town. Here is the first bit.
My dear friend and her beautiful dog, Kaia, came today for us to walk together around the Great Flat Lode. The valley was misty, Carn Brea covered by low cloud and by the end it was properly mizzling but we had the best walk catching up. The lovely Mr S brought me a little treat this afternoon on his way back from his appointment, always loved these and can’t remember when I last had one.
I think I’ve mentioned before our lovely neighbour who swims throughout the winter. The other day, she and her friends swam in a local quarry where they had to break the ice to make any headway. N had a hammer with her and was, literally, breaking the ice with her hammer!I think this cartoon expresses how I might feel if I were to try this hobby! I hope it doesn’t offend anybody! Open Water Swearing by Kate West Art
I love it when beautiful things come my way out of the blue. This poem by Nicolette Sowder and its lovely art work by Lucy Campbell turned up yesterday.
May we raise children
who love the unloved
things – the dandelion, the
worms & spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards sun…
And when they’re grown &
someone has to speak for those
who have no voice
may they draw upon that
wilder bond, those days of
tending tender things
and be the ones.
~ Nicolette Sowder
A couple of my dear readers commented on the beautiful and enormous pebbles on Penzance Promenade and I thought that they, and you, might like another picture where a different set of the sculptured pebbles, have been joined by real pebbles and seaweed thrown up by the last crazy storm.
As we walked along Lovers’ Lane, birds were dropping bits out of the tree above us, among them, this pretty bit of lichen.
There was a letter in The Guardian this morning saying that in Burton in Lonsdale, North Yorkshire, the first primroses have just been seen. Here in Cornwall, we’ve had them in flower since November both in our garden and in the hedgerows as here.
Walking past the Nursery School this afternoon we noticed the painting of local landmarks on the windows.
And today, I remember my Dad whose birthday this is. He was my rock.
These are the words of our Mayor, Deborah Reeve -“Probably one of the most surreal experiences of the last 3 years. On Redruth Station at 5.00am to lay a wreath on the Poppy Train during a pandemic.” How lovely that GWR are collecting poppies from lots of stations in Cornwall to take up to London for Armistice Day.
Here’s a Poppy from our garden and a white Poppy for Peace to mark the day.
A beautiful card arrived today from a very lovely and dear friend, expressing her concern about my ankles – a typically kind and lovely thing to do. Thank you, T.