I had the camera set to sport to try to catch the Blue tits at the lighthouse nesting box. The male was going backwards and forwards for ages and the female just peeped out once.
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I love this family tree made by the daughter of a lovely and rather special friend. She was one of my students in the Training School and was an excellent student. I always remember with great fondness that she came to my Dad’s home, in the village where my school was, to play the piano for my lovely Dad who had gone blind. He was so thrilled and so pleased both to meet C and to have her play for him. She was an accomplished player as well as a talented young teacher.
The photo was accompanied by the following text – “History, war, colonisation, freedom of movement, all of this explains why some children like mine end up with a complex family tree. My daughter will turn eight tomorrow and I pray for her world to be open-minded.” So do I, C. Thank you for letting my post this. Happy Birthday to O.xx
I love the bright cheerfulness of dandelions!
Today is Quirky Country Music Titles Day and it was being celebrated on Radio Cornwall as I drove to my Pilates class this morning. I just loved the title and the song, ‘Tequila makes her clothes fall off!” – not at all pc but very funny! Here is the link should you wish to listen! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nj2700em-JQ
Our lovely kids were all in touch today with cards, calls, chocolates and photographs and an extra rather special gift: Refuge_parcels_-_mother_s_parcel. Do click on the link to see the important work being done for women less fortunate than those in my family.
It has been another beautiful day so we popped down to Chapel Porth before the crowds! Join our walk at low tide on an almost empty beach.
I send my love to all my lovely readers, be you Mothers or not. I hope you have all had a good day.
Please join us for our favourite circular walk on The Roseland Peninsular, from Bohortha along the coast to St Anthony Head past Place Manor and St Anthony Church and back up to the village. It has been the most glorious Spring day, brisk out of the sunshine and beautifully warm in the sun. The colours are true! No enhancing done here! Feast your eyes. We haven’t done this walk for several years because of my hips. Now that I have two new ones, we can do it again! Click on any photo for the caption and more detail.
Yesterday I made two small syrup sponges, one for us and one for next door. B described his as nectar!
I received a beautiful gift this evening – a photograph of bright yellow buttercups – from an ex-pupil who later became a colleague and of whom I am immensely proud. This was her message: “On my walk this afternoon I came across these buttercups Sally, and for some reason I thought of you. I thought I must show these to Sally! So here they are.”
William Morris was an author, artist and craftsman as well as a committed political radical and today is the 183rd anniversary of his birth. I give you a print which he designed and a quotation that I love:
“I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few,
or freedom for a few.”
There are just a few catkins left on the Corkscrew Hazel in our neighbours’ garden.
We were at the Children’s Centre again today, working with the young Mums on an installation for the St Euny project. They are making memory boxes telling of current lives to complement the stories of past lives we are telling in ‘Until the Day Break’. These two boxes are still unfinished but looking quite beautiful already. There was a lovely happy atmosphere all afternoon.
I loved this advice for parents hanging in the centre.
My walk today took me past a beautiful Blackthorn hedge where the blossom was light and frothy.
Coming home, I came across a steam roller, only it wasn’t steam driven, of course, but I was reminded of how I loved to watch the steamroller at work smoothing out the surface and of the glorious smell of tarmac!
It is 100 years since the birth of Charles Causley this year (24th August) and tonight I am going to a celebration of his work. I used many of his poems when I was teaching and they were always well received by pupils. This was a particular favourite. As Causley himself said, this was about a real boy – and I find it saddening that there are still children living in poverty in our country today.
Timothy WintersTimothy Winters comes to school
With eyes as wide as a football pool,
Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:
A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.His belly is white, his neck is dark,
And his hair is an exclamation mark.
His clothes are enough to scare a crow
And through his britches the blue winds blow.When teacher talks he won’t hear a word
And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird,
He licks the patterns off his plate
And he’s not even heard of the Welfare State.
Timothy Winters has bloody feet
And he lives in a house on Suez Street,
He sleeps in a sack on the kitchen floor
And they say there aren’t boys like him any more.
Old man Winters likes his beer
And his missus ran off with a bombardier.
Grandma sits in the grate with a gin
And Timothy’s dosed with an aspirin.
The Welfare Worker lies awake
But the law’s as tricky as a ten-foot snake,
So Timothy Winters drinks his cup
And slowly goes on growing up.
At Morning Prayers the Master helves
For children less fortunate than ourselves,
And the loudest response in the room is when
Timothy Winters roars “Amen!”
So come one angel, come on ten:
Timothy Winters says “Amen
Amen amen amen amen.”
Timothy Winters, Lord.