Tag Archives: The Tinners’ Hounds
Our Welly Dogs have been given poppies for Remembrance Day. Redruth is very proud of its Tinners’ Hounds made by David Kemp. Follow this link to find out more about the sculptor and his intriguing work.
We are delighted with our new Geranium, planted only a couple of months ago. It hasn’t stopped flowering since we put it in the front garden.
The last of our family leave tomorrow as our Nephew and family return to Munich. We have spent a lovely evening with them. It has been a busy and thoroughly enjoyable couple of weeks.
I was told that our Tinners’ Hounds (known affectionately by locals as Welly Dogs) in town had poppies for Remembrance tied around their necks so we took a walk into Redruth to find them. For those of you who would like to know more about our Welly Dogs, do follow this link to the sculptor’s blog. I have only just found it and it is a delight to read about their origin.
Fastened to one of the dogs was a notice warning people to look in their bonfires this weekend (It’s Bonfire Night on 5th November) to make sure no hedgehogs have taken shelter there.
Today is Day 4 of the Book Challenge I am taking part in elsewhere and my choice for today of a book that I love is ‘The Fate of Jeremy Visick’ by David Wiseman, my Dad.
Our delightful Tinners’ Hounds by David Kemp, known locally as the Welly Dogs have been given poppies.
One of our neighbours has made what I am calling their Sea side tree, covered as it is with shells, fishing floats and nets, pebbles, rope, flippers and goggles!
Our Christmas cards have arrived today and along with each pack comes a free gift card. I particularly like this one in purple, white and green. For the last few years we have bought our cards from Sreepur Village. The cards are handcrafted by the women of the village and are a vital supplement to very basic family budgets and all proceeds from the sale go back to the village. You can find out more at www.sreepurcards.org
Walking through town today I could hear the sounds of a violin playing Christmas carols and then saw the Violinist near the Tinners Hounds, or Welly dogs as we call them. We met friends for lunch to celebrate J’s birthday and as we left I realised that I had lost a favourite scarf, black, brown and white silk which I have had for many years. It wasn’t in the restaurant nor in the car so I concluded that it must have slipped off as I walked up from the beach car park to meet everybody. We decided to have a quick look on the beach in case it had been blown in that direction and saw it, pinned down by a rock. Some lovely stranger had saved my scarf for me and I am very touched by their kindness. What a pleasure to have a beach like this so close and to be able to sit in the restaurant with this view.