Opposite the Zed Shed in Penryn where we sing on a Thursday morning is a fabulous fresh fish shop – with a sense of humour.
Ark, do you recognise this tiny spider?
I treated us to Scallops from the fish shop (as well as hake for another evening.)
Scallops with Pancetta and Crushed Garden Peas
We met a friend for lunch today and I was amused by the loss of the ‘E’ in the sign above the bar.
On our way home from school we stopped at a secondhand shop and LiveWire No 3 chose some pretty jewels for my glass work.
This came my way today – kindness being the most important attribute we can help our LiveWires learn.
Open Studios is on all over Cornwall this week and we made our second visit this afternoon. We both fell in love with a beautiful painting where the colours of the sea have been captured so well in “A Hot Afternoon.” There is one more day to see Pauline Passmore’s lovely work.
By Pauline Passmore
Leaving we were met by this dustbin which made us both smile. 
We drove down some beautiful Cornish lanes to get back home. 
I met the lovely Mr S for lunch again today. He is working on the boat on Freeman’s Wharf, getting her ready for launch later this month. We met at The Muddy Beach Cafe in Penryn and had a delightful lunch of an excellent Tomato and Roast Pepper Soup with Cheesy Toast and Onion Marmalade!
My lunch
There was a wedding in the cafe yesterday and the place was looking lovely, full of jugs of Spring blooms and bright yellow paper baubles hanging from the ceiling.
Leftover from yesterday’s wedding
The blackboard in the porch always amuses me and today I managed to get a photo.
Fish’n’chips
The following tender poem and beautiful art work came my way the other day and I asked for permission to share it here. I love the idea of the “quilt of humanity” and that we all need to recycle, literally and metaphorically, to make our world a safer place to be.
Julia Myers poem with art by Gina Litherland
“The old threads are unraveling,
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of humanity.
Bring your old t-shirts,
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth’s treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.
Each stitch
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.
The more color the better,
so call in the tribes.
Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.
Let’s recycle the hate, the abuse,
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.
It’s a revolution
of recycled wears.
Threads of greens, blues, purples
Colorful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.
The work is hard
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colorful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity.”
~Julia Myers
One of our old and very lovely buildings, Redruth Drapery Stores on West End, has been bought and is being renovated to become a place for the community to celebrate the arts in all shapes and sizes. The door hook is either brand new or newly polished and it pleased me.
Shiny door hook
This cartoon, in The Guardian this morning, made me laugh. I, too, have been watching the petition numbers go up but not so obsessively I needed a bucket.
Clare in the Community
I was pleased to see my favourite car parked along the road in Penryn as I walked to the hairdresser. I love these window boxes.
Spring flowers
What a lovely splash of gold among the heather.
Dandelion
The view of Carn Brea changes depending on the direction you are looking from. This was from Barncoose.
Carn Brea Castle and the Bassett Monument
A dear friend turned up this lunchtime with a beautiful bunch of daffodils for me – much appreciated kindness.
Bouquet in a red jug
The daffodils in the front garden seem to be surviving the winds.
Front garden daffodil
The following came my way recently and, as a retired English teacher, it appealed to me.
Love this! Â Thanks to Blazek.
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