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Category Archives: Postaday 2026
New Streets, Different Sights
Enjoy the gallery as we stroll around new streets. Hover over or click on any photo for the caption.
Bob’s Cafe where we had a delicious brunch and later saw Claudia Winkleman having her brunch here too!
We didn’t hear him bark all the time we were in the cafe
Beautiful front door
Hibiscus
Intriguing idea
Beautiful bark of the London Plane tree
A Poem and Front Gardens
Yesterday was National Poetry Day and I missed it so here, again, is a poem that Brian Bilston once gave me permission to share with you. It seems appropriate still….
We’ve been walking about today and spotting blooms and other stuff, mainly tomatoes, in strangers’ front gardens.
Breakfast and the Sea
After a delicious breakfast with lovely friends at the Blue Bar in Porthtowan, we had a brief walk on the beach, wary of the looming black clouds which dropped a downpour ten minutes later just as we arrived home.
A Walk on the Cliffs
It was a beautiful September morning and we decided to ignore all jobs and go for a stroll along the cliff tops below St Agnes Beacon. It was the right decision, both bracing and unwinding.
Turned off the road and into a National Trust Lane towards the cliff top
Gorse and the sea
Wheal Coates and the paths
Low tide and miles and miles of golden sand. You might spot a few people on the beach.
Moon, Moussaka and Sunset
Last night was the full Harvest Moon.
I made a big moussaka today and will freeze it in portions for almost instant dinners on the nights I don’ t feel like cooking.
Another gloriously pink-becoming-orange-becoming-fiery sunset and all within moments.
Gladioli, Stitching and Pots
A beautiful bunch of Gladioli was brought to our door by a lovely friend who had just heard of my not being on top form. They certainly brightened my day.
Thank you A&P
In town this afternoon, just before this week’s pottery lesson, I spotted some very clever stitching in the shop window of Make A Mends.
Today we learned how to trim our pots, put our initials on the bottom and then practised throwing some more.
Lovers’ Lane, A Feather and Sunset
It was a beautiful afternoon and after lunch with a very good friend, in the sun at The Buttermarket in Redruth, I walked home along the lanes listening to bird song and noticing all the lovely things on the way.
Lovers’ Lane
Pink flowers, bright green leaves
Dark red leaves
Happy landing for the feather
Tonight’s sunset
A Poem for our Times
These are the first few verses and the last verse of Adrian Mitchell’s brilliant poem, Human Beings. Do look at the whole of it here.Â
HUMAN BEINGS
           look at your hands
your beautiful useful hands
you’re not an ape
you’re not a parrot
you’re not a slow loris
or a smart missile
you’re humannot british
not american
not israeli
not palestinian
you’re humannot catholic
not protestant
not muslim
not hindu
you’re human
………………………….
      look at all that life
         all that beauty
         you’re human
      they are human
      we are human
   let’s try to be human        Âdance!
As a Humanist, this speaks to me very clearly.
