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Beach Fun, Pebbles and Embroidery

Just the loveliest of days, playing, chatting, laughing, walking, collecting, sewing – a perfect day with grandchildren!

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Thrift, Blue Seas and Zig Zag Way

A friend told me that the Sea Thrift at Godrevy is very lovely this year so as we were in that direction for an appointment we called by and it was just stunningly beautiful! Join us in this gallery as we walk on the cliff tops there and at Hell’s Mouth ending up driving towards Portreath. This post is especially for my lovely friend, N, who is away from home just now.

Tonight we have been to St Euny Church which was the venue for Zig Zag Way, a play about Cornish miners in Mexico. It was brilliant!DSCN1587

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Petrified Forest, Shells and ‘Refugee Blues’

A Petrified Forest has been uncovered on Portreath beach, exposed by the wild winds. It can only be seen at low tide so we went down before breakfast this morning and saw some of the trees that are said to be between 4000 and 6000 years old! At one point, they made up a coastal woods–but after the seas began to rise, the trees became submerged by mud and muck. Eventually, they compressed and became petrified. Similar beach forests exist in Wales and Oregon.  We met someone, who swims there every single day of the year – no wetsuit – and she showed us where the wood was, much more than just the tree trunk which we had spotted easily.Click on any photo to see more detail.

There were lots of pretty shells on the shingly part of the beach.

Little shells on the beach

Little shells on the beach

I heard the following poem by W H Auden  Radio 4’s ‘Poetry Please’ on Sunday and though it was written for another age, it is all too apt for today.

Refugee Blues by W H Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew;
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.

The consul banged the table and said:
‘If you’ve got no passport, you’re officially dead’;
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
‘If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread’;
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: ‘They must die’;
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

 

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Waves and Goodbyes

The last day with most of the family here and we went to see wild waves at Portreath, spent some time drawing, packed up the Birthday Crown and began to clear up a bit after the best four days ever with the family together for my birthday bash!  Click on any photo for more detail.

 

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Portreath, Still Life and Roast Chicken

Our walk today, 600 yards (!) took us alongside the harbour at Portreath. The boats were bobbing about even in the inner harbour and the swell of the water fine to watch as it raced along the harbour wall. This is a working harbour with lots of fishing boats.

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The setting sunlight caught this lovely still life, ‘Striped Jug and Pears’ by Ben Jones, a Cornish artist, giving it an added dimension this evening.

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Daughter No 3 leaves us tomorrow after a week of sharing the caring and taking over the cooking. Tonight’s dinner was a beautifully roasted chicken with lots of vegetables and a scrumptious gravy. It has been lovely to have her here for so long.

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Change – in the sea

The sea at the opening of the harbour at Portreath, Cornwall on a calm July day and, when both the weather and the season have changed, in February.

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Wild Waves, De-Stress and Comic Relief Baking

1   Portreath in wild winds today. My photos don’t do the force of the wind or the wildness of the waves proper justice so I’ve posted a couple of photos of the same place from a sunny day last July. They might show you the contrast and help you imagine the gusts that almost blew us over, the salt in our mouths and the spray with which we were doused!

Wild waves at the opening of Portreath Harbour

Wild waves at the opening of Portreath Harbour

Portreath Harbour July 2012

Portreath Harbour July 2012

The inner harbour today

The inner harbour today

Inner harbour July 2012, the splash is of a boy who has just jumped in

Inner harbour July 2012, the splash is of a boy who has just jumped in

2  I learned this today from a comment on Penny’s blog   “The quieting reflex: Take a deep breath in, and when you exhale, smile! This not only relieves stress, but if you are feeling negative yourself, it makes it disappear!” I tried it and it works.

3   I’m baking in good time to make funds for Comic Relief on 15th March. These Double Chocolate Mini Muffins with Red Noses are to sell to The Suitcases at singing tomorrow.

50 Double Chocolate Mini Muffins for Comic Relief

50 Double Chocolate Mini Muffins for Comic Relief

PS Is there someone out there who can tell me how I stamp my name onto a photo to mark it as mine?  I’ve been made aware today that Google just help themselves to any image we post on our blogs (See Teepee’s post here) and I would like my photos at least to be identified as mine!

 

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