A walk on the cliffs and an ice-cream finished off our day.
All the bird books came out this morning as all the artists at Fannie and Fox have been asked to consider making a Wren in their chosen medium for the next exhibition. Between us, Mr S and I came up with the design and so I cut, foiled and soldered. The came another challenge, how to incorporate some discarded jewellery as I do on every piece. I found a tiny black bead for the eye and the lovely Mr S suggested earring hooks for the feet. Here is my little wren which we are both delighted with. It is life size, about 9 cms.
A glorious afternoon so off we went to walk by the sea. Join us – it was bracing!
I spotted something purple on the very edge of the cliff so zoomed in (the cliffs are unstable here so I didn’t get close) and found a flower which looks like Sea Thrift but is the wrong colour and the wrong season. I’m hoping someone can help me identify them – HeyJude maybe?
The seed heads were delicately beautiful skeletons.
And Sallie’s Ice-cream van was there!
The farmer in the back field has been mowing and baling and today brought the stacks to put in the shed. I love the autumn colours in this shot.
Checking on the names for the stooks or bales or stacks or bundles, I came across this information which made me smile.
It is so good to come home! We have been in the big city for the last few days – so to come home to fresh air, peace and quiet and the beauty of Cornwall is quite something. We enjoyed our adventures but it is so good to come home. Please enjoy the gallery below giving you a taste of Godrevy and the sea.
I was in Hayle this morning and managed this time to find a parking spot to get the photo I’ve been trying to take for ever! There are half a dozen of these along the way.
I drove to Godrevy after my appointment in Hayle. It was a grey day but the beach still looked amazing.
What a lovely chirpy poem this is!
Spring (Again) – Michael Ryan
The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.
How do they know it? A stupid question.
Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels.
Another gloriously bright and bitter Autumn day so a beach walk called.
The patterns in the sand always please me.
The rock formations are beautiful.
Our lovely friends who keep chickens keep us supplied with beautiful fresh eggs. These came with a feather!
Our walk today took us along the cliffs to Mutton Cove where seals hang out.
In the car park was a lovely old VW Beetle, much older than my fifteen year old beauty, and immaculately kept.