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Waves, A Parrot and Daisies

The winds are wild and Portreath is the place to see good waves and the surges of water in the harbour. We were rather late for high tide but it was lovely in the sunshine nonetheless. There were not many people  around and few of those not in jackets. It’s not really feeling like August.

Walking back to the car we spotted a parrot in a van and it soon became clear that he was having a conversation with the man beside him. I took the photo from a long way away!The wild winds have wreaked havoc with our garden. One set of beans is down, the Canna broke off at the base, there is general mayhem and the Marguerites have all been blown into the Crinodendron branches giving an effect that pleases me.

 

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A Gift, New Glass and Waves

To my delight a small parcel arrived this morning. I knew what was going to be inside as one of my Dear Readers had very kindly offered to send me some sea-glass and here it was! The colours are so delicate – whites, greens, some blues and a precious bit of red and another of turquoise. The darker colours are shades of green when held up to the light.

Sea Glass from Seaham Beach

I set to straightaway to make a new piece of my stained glass project adding the sea glass as well as up-cycling some jewellery that I had found in a charity shop. It needs some refining but here it is. Huge thanks to Judith and her thoughtful generosity.

Today’s work on white paper

Today’s work, hanging

It’s a full moon tonight and high tide was about 5pm so we went to see the waves at Portreath, always at their best at full moon. They were magnificent!

Wave higher than the Pepper Pot at Portreath

 

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Wild Waves, Peachy Clouds and Carn Brea

It’s still windy and we went to see the waves at Portreath. We were not disappointed!

Big waves

The inner harbour

At the end of the harbour

At the end of the harbour, a boiling sea

The view from Lighthouse Hill with peachy clouds

Look carefully and you will just see Carn Brea Castle and the Bassett Monument. Photo taken from moving car

 

 

 

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Reading, Walk to Portreath and Helping

A tiring and lovely day! Click on any photo for a bigger view.

 

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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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