A glorious afternoon so off we went to walk by the sea. Join us – it was bracing!
Blues
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?
Not Thrift?
The seed heads were delicately beautiful skeletons.
Seed head
And Sallie’s Ice-cream van was there!
Just one picture for today, mast reflections taken last Saturday at Mylor.
Home late after a brilliant concert that was greatly appreciated by our packed audience in St Euny Church where the acoustics are wonderful. There may be photos later.
Steady rain all day so these photos are from indoors and taken on a long zoom. The Nasturtiums have crept over the wall from next door and are a very welcome splash of colour in a dark corner.
I do love how drips collect on stems and flowers.
It will be our Annual Concert tomorrow evening with a visiting choir with whom we will do a workshop, then share a buffet supper before the doors are opened to our audience. My contribution to the buffet is a delicious dessert, Tunisian Almond and Orange Cake . You can find the recipe here
Tunisian Almond and Orange Cake
We got caught in a downpour when shopping in town so we popped into our favourite coffee shop, Home Ground, to shelter and have some excellent coffee. There were roses on the window ledge.
There are still flowers in our garden despite the wind and rain. I decided to bring some in to enjoy indoors.
I have shared Mary Oliver’s poems before and this seemed so apt for these nights that are drawing in earlier and earlier, not eight o’clock tonight but by seven o’clock it was properly dark.
Lamps – Mary Oliver
Eight o’clock, no later
You light the lamps,
The big one by the large window,
The small one on your desk.
They are not to see by—
It’s still twilight out over the sand,
The scrub oaks and cranberries.
Even the small birds have not settled
For sleep yet, out of the reach
Of prowling foxes. No,
You light the lamps because
You are alone in your small house
And the wicks sputtering gold
Are like two visitors with good stories
They will tell slowly, in soft voices,
While the air outside turns quietly
A grainy and luminous blue.
You wish it would never change—
But of course the darkness keeps
Its appointment. Each evening,
An inscrutable presence, it has the final word
Outside every door.
I loved the colours as we looked out onto the harbour in Falmouth.
We have very special friends on Lambeth Bridge as part of the Extinction Rebellion uprising in London. While we can’t all be in London, we can all play our small part and small parts all add up.
13 easy ways you can help the planet
With love to all my Dear Readers especially N, G, A and all the other rebels from Cornwall and elsewhere.
I love how the centre of the yellow daisy is the colour of the bronze Autumn leaf and all given a sheen by the Cornish mizzle.
I passed a whole patch of beautiful woodland cyclamen this afternoon.
On the wall outside the Primary School where my choir practises on Monday evenings was an octopus. As I approached I realised that it was made entirely of bottle tops.
What a glorious autumn day today so, late in the afternoon we went off to Trelissick …….
Squirrel on the weather vane on the water tower
The view across the Carrick Roads to Pendennis Castle is one of our favourites.
From the house
Further around the walk there were tantalising glimpses of the Truro River. We could hear the King Harry Ferry chugging across.
Oaks grow right down to the water’s edge across the river
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