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Paddington Bear, Night Sleeper and Truro Cathedral

Someone had left a jar of marmalade for Paddington Bear at the station!

Marmalade left for Paddington Bear

We were able to board the sleeper train at 10.30pm  and it set off at 11.45.  I was well asleep by then and had a surprisingly smooth ride and a good sleep. Breakfast of a bacon sandwich, juice and tea was delivered at 6.45am!

Night Riviera

I used to love coming into Truro station after a term at college. Two tunnels and then the Cathedral and my Dad would be waiting on the platform, grinning from ear to ear, waiting to take me to the sea, usually Perranporth,  even before we went home. Here is the Cathedral from the train at just after 7am. However pleasing the holiday, it is always good to come home.

Truro Cathedral just before dawn

 

 
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Posted by on October 19, 2017 in Beauty, Photography, postaday2017, travel, Truro

 

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Pasty, House Name and Sunset and A P.S.

I spotted this ‘pasty’ in the car park after singing this morning.

The driver was sitting in the van and was amused to see me taking a photo.

We went to Porthtowan for a cliff walk and supper at The Blue Bar tonight as I wanted to see the sunset. I loved one of the house names up the side of the path.

Haha

The waves were good and splashy against the rocks and the sunset was gorgeous. Click on a photo see the detail.

P.S. As I was writing this, a message came in on Facebook which made me very happy. Apparently it is World Teachers’ Day and one of my ex pupils has named me for the help I gave her. It is lovely to be remembered so.

 

Cornish Lane, Wooden Cat and John Keats

I love our Cornish lanes with gnarled old trees which form a tunnel over the lane.

Cornish lane

For many years we have had a small wooden cat, bought when we no longer had our cats having given them to our daughter so that they could live in the countryside and we, just retired, could go on holidays without having to find cat-sitters.  He has been sitting in our hall since we came back to Cornwall almost ten years ago.  Last week, one of our dear friends had to say goodbye to her much-loved cat, Bussie, and wondered if anyone had a small cat ornament that she would put in her rather special beach garden. We both felt that it was time for our lovely wooden cat to be passed on to Sue who is absolutely delighted and has painted him in Bussie’s colouring already and he now sits in the beach garden. It has been lovely for us to do something so simple to make our friend so happy.

Bussie, the wooden replica, from us to Sue

For some reason that I cannot fathom, thinking about cats put me in mind of John Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn, another poem, one verse of which we had to learn by heart many years ago. In groups then and in unison,  we had to recite our verse and others recited the other verses. It was not a favourite then but maybe the last two lines lodged in my brain all those years ago.

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, 
       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, 
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express 
       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: 
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape 
       Of deities or mortals, or of both, 
               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? 
       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? 
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? 
               What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard 
       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; 
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d, 
       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: 
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 
       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; 
               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, 
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; 
       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, 
               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed 
         Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; 
And, happy melodist, unwearied, 
         For ever piping songs for ever new; 
More happy love! more happy, happy love! 
         For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d, 
                For ever panting, and for ever young; 
All breathing human passion far above, 
         That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d, 
                A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 
Who are these coming to the sacrifice? 
         To what green altar, O mysterious priest, 
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, 
         And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? 
What little town by river or sea shore, 
         Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, 
                Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? 
And, little town, thy streets for evermore 
         Will silent be; and not a soul to tell 
                Why thou art desolate, can e’er return. 
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede 
         Of marble men and maidens overwrought, 
With forest branches and the trodden weed; 
         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought 
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 
         When old age shall this generation waste, 
                Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe 
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st, 
         “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all 
                Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
 

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A Wedding -The Cake, Singing and The View

The Suitcase Singers, with whom I sing every week in Penryn, were invited to sing at a wonderful Wedding today. Our singing was all a surprise for the Bride! It was a fabulous occasion and greatly appreciated which was lovely.

Their Wedding Cake was a wonder to behold – a cake made of cheese!

Cheese cake for the wedding

Waiting to sing for the Bride. Thanks to Anne for the photo.

The rain fell but it marred nothing. The view is still lovely even in Cornish rain.

The view from The Ferryboat Inn across The Helford River

 

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Reflections, Lunch and Truro Treats

I started and ended the day singing with friends and what more could one ask for? Firstly we were in Penryn for our weekly rehearsal. The tide was in and the water very still with just an occasional breeze rippling the water.

The Penryn River this morning.

Because we had a gig in Truro this evening, the lovely Mr Smith and I headed straight to the city and had a lovely lunch followed by a happy and relaxed afternoon shopping.

Lunch in the cake at Uneeka

Half way down the stairs in Uneeka where we had a delicious lunch

Beautiful windows in Uneeka

This feather floated down in front of me and landed on the pavement at my feet.

Shoes I fell in love with today. They didn’t have my size. I may have to go back and order them……

The evening ended with us all singing two of Claire’s song for the Hall for Cornwall and then to the Ale House for a very successful Shout.

 
 

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Beach, Rocks and Pools

Such treasures to be found on the almost empty beach today as you will see in the gallery. Click on any photo for detail and caption.

Reflections

 

 

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Purple Berries, Godrevy and A Birthday Cake

I don’t know what these berries are that are in our front garden but I love the colour.

What are these berries?

We went for lunch and a walk today at Godrevy where the beach was beautiful as always.

It was our lovely neighbour’s birthday a couple of weeks ago and tonight was the first opportunity to have her round for a birthday dinner. I made a Blackberry and Apple Swiss Roll for her birthday cake. It tasted wonderful!

Swiss roll all rolled up and ready to load with home made jam and cream

Swiss roll served up

 

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