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Pineapple, Stone Henge and Nearly Home Trees

11 Nov

I love this quirky lampshade.

We chose the route home from London that avoids most motorways and goes past Stone Henge.

Stone Henge

The Nearly Home Trees are so loved by all of us as we return to Cornwall from England.

The Nearly Home Trees at Cookworthy Knapp on a murky Autumn afternoon

We’ve been away for the last ten days first helping Daughter 3 and family with decorating their new home and re-making curtains to fit the smaller windows. It’s all looking lovely. Their new place is the thatched cottage from 1600 that I mentioned a few days ago. We then spent a few days in London with Daughter No 2 and her family and now we are home again……. My apologies to all who have commented recently – I’ll reply soon. Apologies too to those whose blogs I have not had time to read!

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Posted by mybeautfulthings on November 11, 2019 in environment, nature, Photography, Postaday 2019, Uncategorized

Tags: Cookworthy Knapp

Cherry Blossom, Exeter and Trompe L’Oeil

11 Apr

We’ve had a day out shopping in Exeter! Enjoy the gallery.

Cherry blossom

Golden pennants on Exeter Cathedral

A bit of history – see the plaque

A bit of history – here is the plaque

In the shopping centre

Purple detail

Mural as we were driving away from the city

The ‘Nearly Home Trees’ beloved of so many

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Posted by mybeautfulthings on April 11, 2018 in architecture, art, Beauty, environment, mural, nature, Postaday2018

Tags: Cookworthy Knapp, nearly home trees

Pylons, Sunset and The Copse

15 Dec

Today we drove home and once again on this journey from London to Cornwall through the English countryside, I was struck by the electricity pylons “striding” across the fields and reminded of this poem by Stanley Snaith in 1933 when these things were new in the landscape.

Over the tree’d upland evenly striding,
One after one they lift their serious shapes
That ring with light. The statement of their steel
Contradicts nature’s softer architecture.
Earth will not accept them as it accepts
A wall, a plough, a church so coloured of earth
It might be some experiment of the soil’s.
Yet are they outposts of the trekking future.
Into the thatch-hung consciousness of hamlets
They blaze new thoughts, new habits.
Traditions
Are being trod down like flowers dropped by children.
Already that farm boy striding and throwing seed
In the shoulder-hinged half-circle Millet knew,
Looks grey with antiquity as his dead forbears,
A half familiar figure out of the Georgics,
Unheeded by these new-world, rational towers.

Stanley Snaith, “Pylons,” in The Silver Scythe (London: Blythenhale Press, 1933)

Pylons in the landscape

Driving West we are often lucky enough to catch a lovely sunset.

Sunset

Everyone coming home to Cornwall along the A30 knows that they are almost home when they see this copse at Cookworthy Knapp, a few miles before the Cornish border.