A tiring and lovely day! Click on any photo for a bigger view.
Just the loveliest of days, playing, chatting, laughing, walking, collecting, sewing – a perfect day with grandchildren!
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!
The sky as we came out of the Church was just gorgeous.
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
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.
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Refugee Blues by W H Auden Say this city has ten million souls, Once we had a country and we thought it fair, In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, The consul banged the table and said: Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said: Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin, Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay, Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees; Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; |
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Commentator Award
Thank you, Tina Liu
