Earth Day is an annual event on April 22 to demonstrate support for environmental protection. First held on April 22, 1970, it now includes a wide range of events coordinated globally by EarthDay.com including 1 billion people in more than 193 countries. How better to mark the day than by planting a tree and by tending the earth to raise food for the future?
Meet Me At The Edge is a beautiful film for you. It was to have been a live event on the cliffs at Botallack in Cornwall this time last year but, of course, had to be cancelled. The WildWorks team have put it all together as a film so find yourself an hour and watch this beautiful and moving piece. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d78PwHXQbQI
There’s a lovely new mural in town. Here is the first bit.
It’s four years since our lovely neighbour, Bill-next-door, died and I took a little remembrance bouquet round to Sue. We also had a lovely lunchtime picnic with mutual friends to remember this special man. You can read more about him here.
Rosemary, Foget-me-not and Blue Muscari in the colour Bill loved
I love dew drops on flowers.
I promised you more photos of the bathing hats on their swim trials.Thanks to Sue and Meier for the photos.
The following poem by Maya Angelou came my way today in remembrance and honour of Ruth Bader Ginsburg who died two days ago. She will be so greatly missed.
When Great Trees Fall – Maya Angelou
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken.
Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves.
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us: They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
We have finished the painting and have put the trellis back in place. Next comes the planting after we have replaced all the soil.
We had tickets tonight for the latest WildWorks show, Meet me at the Edge, to be played out, socially distanced at Botallack. Sadly, it was cancelled on Friday as new Covid rules came into play that the National Trust have to abide by. Instead, the whole wonderful thing was live-streamed and we watched from home. It was so moving and beautifully done. You can watch if you’d like to. I recommend it if you can find an hour.
Today marks the anniversary of the Great 1913 Women’s Pilgrimage starting in the South West where women walked from Land’s End to Hyde Park demanding their right to vote and to be acknowledged as citizens.
Dreadnought began with this inspirational story of courage and rage, and we marked the centenary of the pilgrimage by touring a new play Oxygen in 2013 to the places the women had stopped and rallied one hundred years earlier. My choir leader, Claire Ingleheart wrote the music for the play, “Oxygen” and many of the choir turned up to sing at Land’s End prior to walking the first few miles of the walk together.
My Suffragette garden has the right colours at the right moment! My regular readers will know that my Great Granny, Mary Wiseman, was a Suffragette, was force fed in Holloway Prison and received the portcullis brooch from Mrs Pankhurst for her struggles. I am very proud of her, hence my garden and my tattoo.
Here’s a recording of The Ingleheart Singers singing Oxygen in Truro Cathedral. I’m not amongst them as I was recovering from a replacement hip op but I was able to record it for you.
The Rose hips were in someone’s garden in Truro or I might have picked them to make syrup.
Before the show, Estha’s Story, at Heartlands this evening, there was singing and cake in the Diaspora garden. The cakes were magnificent! All made by Little Crumbs and decorated with edible flowers.
The show was amazing! Yskynna, the aerial dance company and the singers combined to tell the story of a Cornish Bal maiden and the audience loved it. Click on any photo in the gallery for a closer look.
We have two LiveWires with us! This morning we went up to Carn Brea from where both the North and South coast seas can be seen. The youngsters love climbing on the (treacherous!) rocks and I have to bite my tongue. Their rock climbing and survival skills are impressive!
On top of Carn Brea
Rocks and Redruth
In the afternoon we took the children to the unique and wonderful Minack Theatre just above Porthcurno to see The Secret Garden which was an absolute delight.
What a day today turned out to be! A dear friend called in for coffee this morning and then we were invited to a special showing of Bill Mitchell’s attic. Sue had made an attic cake and after each person had seen the film (See below) and Bill’s amazing attic full of remarkable things and inspiration, we were invited to make a cake decoration of something we had seen. This is the cake as we left and I will show you the finished cake later.It was a beautiful tribute to a wonderful man. You might like to read my tribute to him written last year. https://mybeautfulthings.com/2017/05/03/bill-mitchell-our-friend-next-door-2121951-1442017/
Partly finished cake
After that we ventured into a very cold town for a brief visit to Redruth’s Old Tyme Christmas Market in the newly refurbished Butter Market. Clare Summerson’s Light show, ‘Spirit of Light’ was fabulous, truly beautiful. They were hard to photograph they were moving so only two here.
Today was the last day of our singing with the dancers and actors of Ghost Ships. These photos are taken from Yskynna and The Maritime Museum. It has been brilliant to have been a part of this production.
The show by Yskynna started yesterday and I was part of it today – three 20 minute shows a day and free for anyone already in the National Maritime Museum in Falmouth. If you live nearby and have children to entertain this half term, the museum is fabulous and the production a treat!
After the second show, we went out busking for a while, collecting for our charities – ShelterBox and St Petroc’s.
Some of The Suitcase Singers singing Lower Lights
On our walk later on, we found lots of spiny casings from the Sweet Chestnut tree.