….is here again already! Here’s the gallery with captions.
At the weekend I read a new tasty sounding recipe and made it last night, Leek, Shallot and Potato Tart. There was lots left over and I won’t be making it again but the birds today have been loving the pastry!
Action shot
Queueing for the pastry treats
Tonight’s sunset was gorgeous.
This afternoon I was offered a cancellation ticket for a gig tonight at The Writers’ Block that was sold out in a day from being advertised – “Home is not a Place,” poet Roger Robinson and photographer Johny Pitts talking about their book of the same name. They were joined by the wonderful singer/songwriter Angeline Morrison who performed some of her Sorrow album. What an evening! And I treated myself to a copy of their beautiful book, which they signed for me.
Johny Pitts and Roger Robinson
Angeline Morrison
It was a cold and windy day for a walk in very welcome bright sunshine along the cliffs at St Agnes. 
The gorse along the cliffs was glowing yellow.
Driving home we followed a kiss in the sky.
A gorgeous bouquet of white roses, lilies and greenery arrived yesterday for the lovely Mr S.
Frittata for lunch today
We have some crocuses and they have collected raindrops.
The tide was out at the Penryn River this morning when we went to sing at the Zed Shed. A lone swan had walked in the mud and was preening itself.
Two more Iris Reticulata have opened, sorry I don’t know their names. I love how raindrops collect on their petals. There’s a name for that effect but I can’t bring it to mind. Perhaps, you, Dear Reader, will remember it..
The lovely Mr Smith’s birthday is today so his chosen trip was to St Ives and the Tate followed by lunch at his favourite place in Penzance, Mr Billy’s.
Porthminster Beach
Very tame and photogenic Robin on our walk into town
Fenced off sink-hole on Porthminster Beach
Looking over the wall towards St Ives and Harbour Beach, tide coming in
Looking over the wall towards St Ives, tide coming in
On the way through we called in at a new gallery, The Livingstone, and I totally fell for a wonderful pair of earrings. Sadly, they were being sold with a necklace that I didn’t want (and I couldn’t afford the whole set anyway). 
About Ken Spooner, the artist
I loved this van belonging to a decorator, parked near the harbour.
Work going on at the Tate, Porthmeor Beach beyond
Tide in
It has been a very Happy birthday day – family phone calls, cards and presents and serendipitously bumping into good friends in Tate St Ives!
Another cold, damp day but the volunteers’ spirits are never dampened. Just see what’s growing, what’s being harvested, the new beds being prepared – and all the smiling faces. The solemn faces only showed when the serious business of consuming delicious, freshly prepared vegetable soup was the job in hand.
I always love seeing raindrops hovering on flower petals. Our Iris Reticulata, Harmony, one of the miniature irises which we grow in old chimneys, were holding raindrops this morning.
In a bunch, their blue is quite magnificent.
We visited a friend today and saw a beautiful Jay through the window. Of the eight photos I took , this is the only one where it was still enough for a moment. 
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