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Pendennis Castle, Fritillaria and Street Art

Yesterday we met dear friends for breakfast at the Gylly Cafe and going back to the car, caught this view of the castle through the park.

The gorgeous chequerboard Fritillaria Meleagris are coming into bloom.

Still the news is full of the bravery and resistance of the Ukrainians.

 

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Circles, Gorse and Cake

After 5 weeks, we had our first walk by the sea in glorious sunshine and on the same flat area where I practised walking after my new hips. It was a brilliant success for the lovely Mr S, his new knee and his crutches.  I was intrigued by someone snorkelling in the rock pools and creating ever increasing wavelet circles. When he came out of the water we could see that he had been using a very big underwater camera.

I loved how the glorious yellow of the gorse and the blue of the sea caught the colours of the Ukrainian flag.

It’s St Piran’s day tomorrow and there will be a big market in town as well as lots of entertainment.  I made a coffee cake for the cake stall.

 

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Swan Family

A very skilled photographer friend has given me permission to share this remarkable photograph with you all.


“Zealously guarded by both parents, the proud father leading the way, five Mute Swan cygnets go for their evening walk around Swanpool Lake, near Falmouth. Sometimes it’s much easier to use the pavement”

Thanks, Kris.

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2022 in Falmouth, nature, Photography, Postaday2022

 

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Beautiful Day, New Book and A Poem

What a glorious day! After after our walk this afternoon we sat by the sea in the sunshine  and listened to the shushing of waves on the shingle – such joy.

I have a new poetry book “A Poet for Every Day of the Year” and I love it. It is a truly eclectic collection of 366 poets from all over the world, some of whom I know and many that I don’t. Each one comes with a mini-biography and it is all quite fascinating-.

It is my Dear Dad’s birthday today so I will share with you the delightful poem, new to me as is the poet, that is for January 13th. I think my Dad would have enjoyed this one. .

 

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Bird Watching, Green Day and Shiva Shambo

We spent a happy hour or so watching the sea and the birds along the shore line off Cliff Road by Gylly Beach, Falmouth.

Herring Gull

Egret

Black Backed Gull

After our walk and watch we went up to the Pavilion Gardens where there was a Green day in progress with food and music, stalls and talks.

The “People’s Pavilions

Nancy at Spirit Lights the Way posted this today and I found it so grounding and peaceful, I thought I would share it with you, Dear Readers.Thanks, Nancy.

 

Guest Blogger from Falmouth

One of my readers, P,  sent me the following  lovely message this morning. I was so moved by this beautiful story that  I asked her if she could be my Guest Blogger for today and she agreed.
I hope you don’t mind me sending you a beautiful thing. Your blog has brought so much light and comfort through a really dark winter, it means a lot to me, and I’ve thought of you every time I’ve seen one of these little gems tied to a lamppost or a tree recently!

I just had to walk the Falmouth terraces before work this rare still morning, frosty and crisp with the mist hanging over a glassy harbour. These gem-like embroideries have been popping up around town, little splashes of hope and colour in the grey. One had appeared on a bench above a very unassuming little green space. It’s where we used to take our beloved young Mieke for a nearby leg-stretch and hoon about, and as she got more ill and couldn’t go far, I’d sit on the bench while she snuffled for dropped snacks and watched the other dogs bowling around. On her last morning with us – after a horribly unsettled night – she rallied, marched Pete out of the door and dragged him to the green to say goodbye. She sailed into her tomorrow that evening.

The photo of Mieke is her exploring the green as a puppy. She died with lymphoma in October, after 15 short but oh-so-busy months of life

It is so lovely to be given ‘beautiful things’ and I treasure this lyrically written piece  which moved me to tears.  All photos by P.

 

Winter Sun – Three Views

Our walk along Cliff Road in Falmouth was a chilly one in cool winter sun.

 

Cactus, Octopus and A Poem

Our Christmas cactus is already in flower.

This beautiful creature was photographed in Falmouth Bay by a scuba diver. This report was in Cornwall Live:  “A Cornish scuba diver has spoken of his delight after capturing a remarkable image shot under water in Falmouth Bay. John Blackwell, who is 72 today (October 24), from Illogan, was diving south west of Pendennis Point with Atlantic SCUBA when he captured the staggering image of a curled octopus.”

Thanks to John Blackwell

Another poem for you from Mary Oliver, one which touched me deeply.  I might write my own version, a pastiche, with  different  items but the same philosophy and feeling.

 

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Knifophia, Mural and A Poem

A walk along Cliff Road in Falmouth overlooking the flat glassy sea of Falmouth Bay was very lovely this morning. The plantings beside the path are looking very dramatic especially the Knifophia, a word I love!

 

We drove past one of my favourite shops, Just Delights, still not able to open, where the new mural has been painted by Liz Perry. I love her work, changing with the seasons. The Tour de France was going to come through Cornwall prior to the virus and so the bike was planned for that . As it is, many people are taking to their bikes on the emptier roads and this painting is just perfect.

 

You can skip the next bit if you like as it is not a conventionally beautiful thing, I know, but a striking poem which resonates with me especially right now.

The pulling down of Edward Colston’s statue in Bristol over the weekend of Black Lives Matter demonstrations and the revelations (to some) that he was a slave dealer with the most appalling record (See this article by David Olusoga) brought to mind a poem I used to read with my teenagers. It is so powerful and allowed the teaching that wasn’t included in the history curriculum of the horrors of the slave trade upon which much of Britain’s wealth was made. The poem and the history brought teenagers to tears. Try reading it out loud with a strong rhythm and imagine the slaves in the depths of the ship as the poem  describes the similarity between a limbo dance and the transportation of African slaves into the West Indies and America.

Limbo by Edward Kamau Brathwaite

And limbo stick is the silence in front of me
limbo

limbo
limbo like me
limbo
limbo like me

long dark night is the silence in front of me
limbo
limbo like me

stick hit sound
and the ship like it ready

stick hit sound
and the dark still steady

limbo
limbo like me

long dark deck and the water surrounding me
long dark deck and the silence is over me

limbo
limbo like me

stick is the whip
and the dark deck is slavery

stick is the whip
and the dark deck is slavery

limbo
limbo like me

drum stick knock
and the darkness is over me

knees spread wide
and the water is hiding

limbo
limbo like me

knees spread wide
and the dark ground is under me

down
down
down
and the drummer is calling me

limbo
limbo like me

sun coming up
and the drummers are praising me

out of the dark
and the dumb god are raising me

up
up
up

and the music is saving me

hot
slow
step

on the burning ground.

 

 

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A Walk by the Sea

Join us for this Autumn walk in the sunshine overlooking Gyllyngvase Bay……..

Very happy to have help with identification of any of these.

 
 
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