Category Archives: Happiness
After a delightful walk through the gardens with dear friends, we arrived at the old apple orchard in Trelissick. This orchard used to be known as the ‘fruit garden of Cornwall’ and contains 70 different varieties, almost all Cornish. There were so many windfalls and we tasted a few, leaving the rest for the squirrels. My favourite to taste was Collogget Pippin, crisp and juicy. We weren’t really scrumping but told tales of doing so many years ago! Click on the red link to find out more.
What a glorious day! Here are a few photos to give a flavour of the happiest ceremony ever!.
Have a good month ahead, Dear Reader. Look after yourself.
Very dear friends came for coffee and cake in the garden this morning, N&G and G’s 102 year old Mum, Ti. We had a lovely time chatting in the sunshine. It’s a long time since we were all together and plan on doing it again very soon. They brought us a box of goodies for our Anniversary, full of homegrown and homemade treats, absolutely delightful.
With the leftover duck from last night, I made Duck and Lentil pie.The first time we ate this amazing pie was in Tournon D’Agenais in the South West of France where we had rented a gite. That was where we first developed our taste for confit duck, now a very favourite dinner.
What joy! We met Daughter No 3 and family at St Agnes Head this morning for a very windy walk. They are with us just for the day from their holiday in Devon. LiveWire No 4 ran off down the path in the wind.
Our lovely LiveWire had made me some Rose Petal Perfume and bottled it beautifully. Some blogger friends and I were just talking recently about doing just that when we were much the same age so it was especially sweet.
We’ve had a really lovely day but when they leave I feel bereft. Covid has made visits even fewer and briefer.
Our walk this morning along the coastal path at St Agnes Head was remarkably busy! Okay, it’s August in Cornwall! Our drive there was the hairiest it’s ever been down the little country lanes as we encountered caravans, trailers, a silver bullet caravan and RVs, none of them very willing to pull over and not one of them waving to say thanks for us backing up and tucking in. I’m thinking they aren’t all rude but maybe scared of the situation and concentrating hard. Out of season it is extremely rare that drivers don’t wave to each other after manoeuvring in the lanes.
Tomorrow we have a little visitor arriving to stay with us for about 6 weeks. She is a beautiful little cat called Fern and today we bought some Feliwell, on the recommendation of our daughter, to help her settle in. We also bought her a little toy. We are both really excited to have a little cat in our household again.
I have spent the day in the shade on this beautiful sunny day and have read a whole book, completely unable to put it down – Helen Dunmore’s “Talking to the Dead.” If you enjoy a taut, psychological story that keeps you guessing, this is for you. It left me stunned.