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Falmouth Bay, Painting and Playing Cards

Falmouth Bay was beautiful today, as always – the Agapanthus in full bloom, yachts with their spinnaker sails and happy people on the beach. We went there after a brilliant sing with The Suitcase Singers choir this morning

The family went to St Ives on the train and into Tate St Ives where LiveWire T was inspired by the art trail and the paintings of Patrick Heron.

T’s painting done at the Tate inspired by Patrick Heron

Later on we played Beggar My Neighbour with some brilliant playing cards featuring fourteen inspiring women.

Little Feminist Playing cards by Mudpuppy

 
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Posted by on August 16, 2018 in art, Cornwall, Falmouth, painting, Photography

 

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Diaspora Gardens, Mural and Good People

Daughter No 3 visited today for just a few hours so we went out for lunch at the Red River Cafe and then took a stroll around the Diaspora Gardens at Heartlands.  From their website:  “In the 19th Century, thousands of pioneering Cornish people emigrated across the world taking with them their culture, mining skills and technologies.
Through exquisite planting and fascinating interpretation, the Diaspora (meaning ‘dispersion’) Gardens within Heartlands tell the poignant story of the Cornish people and their influence on the lands to which they travelled. The gardens feature plants from Cornwall that rooted happily in foreign lands, as well as exotics brought back to Cornwall that took to the rich local soil, ”  including Agapanthus and Crocosmia.

One of the stones

Agapanthus, from the Heartlands web site

Beautiful Eucalyptus bark

Mural in the gardens

This piece came my way today so I thought I would share it with you all.

Lots of lovely people in the world

 

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Baking, Making and Scraww

The day started with us making Chocolate Croissants together.

Chocolate Croissant

I told the LiveWires about the show, Scraww, that we were going to see this evening at Trebah and that we would all be birds and they as children, would be fledglings. ‘We need wings!’  was their reaction so  we spent all morning designing and making wings!

Sewing the back and front together

Wearing their wings at Trebah

The show was brilliant and thoroughly enjoyed by both LiveWires. The wireless technology worked a treat  and the whole event was so exciting for them both. If you live in Cornwall and can find/borrow some children to take, you will experience something rather beautiful and very imaginative. Click on any photo for the bigger version and detail.

Please forgive me for not reading blogs, replying to comments right now. As you can no doubt tell, every moment is taken up with the lovely LiveWires.

From the Trebah website:

“The birds of the world have gathered; join the flock on an epic quest to find the legendary Simorgh bird. A feather fuelled, technically immersive journey into Persian poetry… prepare to elect your new king!
 
This summer Trebah Garden and Gaggle Haus present the epic Persian tale SCRAWW, told via an immersive soundtrack created by international sound designer and composer Max Pappenheim. Audiences will don “silent disco style” headphones, join a flock and put on their feathers as they get led through the garden, experiencing live performance blended with Max’s score. Paths and plots twist as the flock move through this truly immersive soundscape before reaching the finale on Trebah’s picturesque private beach.
 
SCRAWW is an exciting co-production between Trebah and Gaggle Haus, introducing international talent to the landscape and performing arts sector of Cornwall. “A genre-bending operatic and digital piece of pure perfection!”
 
The Gaggle Haus team includes Director Anna Pool (opera, theatre and music maker); Lila Palmer (librettist) and Anna Driftmeir (scenographer and production designer), a team of acclaimed makers, who have worked across Europe and in the United States.”
 

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Day Out, Drawing and Trebah

A lovely day out with the LiveWires today at Glendurgan Gardens, following the Bee Trail, getting lost in the maze and playing on the beach.

Following the Bee Trail

 

LiveWire T loved the slate bits on the beach and had fun using them as chalk, drawing on the big flat rocks. (For Saymber)

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This evening was the dress rehearsal for the show, Scraaw in Trebah gardens for which The Suitcase Singers recorded the soundtrack last week. Tomorrow we are taking the LiveWires to see the show.

 

 

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Truro Cathedral, Cheesecake and Shoes

A busy day – Truro early in the rain and then to St Euny Church to meet with the Welsh Choir for our concert and a pot luck shared meal. More in tomorrow’s post.

Truro Cathedral

Fabulous shoes!

 

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Chaffinch, Clematis and Evening Sky

Breakfast outside again and the birds are become used to us so still come to the feeders.

Chaffinch

Our Suffragette Garden now has Purple Clematis and white Japanese Anemones.

Purple Clematis

Supper in Porthtowan and the evening sky was lovely.

Evening at Porthtowan

 

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The Right Word, Cornish Lane and A Cat

As we listen to the news around the world of wars and oppression, a poem I read once by Imtiaz Dharker came to mind, “The Right Word” and I thought again as I have before of how important the ‘right word’ is.  The women fighting for the vote a hundred years ago, including my Great Granny, were sometimes described as terrorists. Imtiaz Dharker puts her finger on it perfectly here as she so often does and makes me think of the children who are sometimes used in wars.

                The Right Word

Outside the door,
lurking in the shadows,
is a terrorist.

Is that the wrong description?
Outside that door,
taking shelter in the shadows,
is a freedom fighter.

I haven’t got this right .
Outside, waiting in the shadows,
is a hostile militant.

Are words no more
than waving, wavering flags?
Outside your door,
watchful in the shadows,
is a guerrilla warrior.

God help me.
Outside, defying every shadow,
stands a martyr.
I saw his face.

No words can help me now.
Just outside the door,
lost in shadows,
is a child who looks like mine.

One word for you.
Outside my door,
his hand too steady,
his eyes too hard
is a boy who looks like your son, too.

I open the door.
Come in, I say.
Come in and eat with us.

The child steps in
and carefully, at my door,
takes off his shoes.

I love the dappled sunlight that scatters its glow around our Cornish lanes.

Cornish lane

Walking back from our rehearsal at St Euny Church tonight, we were accompanied by this pretty cat who wouldn’t keep still for a photo!

The cat who followed us almost home

 

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