I forgot to take a photo of the posy we picked for our visit to Ti today, forget-me-nots with a sprig of choisya, but I did get a photo of one of the camellias in the garden of her home. 
One of the poems we read today, just the first verse, was a favourite of my Mum’s, Afterwards by Thomas Hardy. Mum, too, ‘used to notice such things.’
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,
“He was a man who used to notice such things?”
This evening we have been to the opening evening of Redruth’s Book Feast, a delightful Literary Salon with two wonderful women. We now have the whole weekend ok book stuff to look forward to.
Shazz Andrew and Rebecca Morden
