A small token of love and sympathy for Sue, a fellow blogger, whose lovely husband Colin has just died. I know your family will give you support, love and strength at this sad time, Sue. xx
Wednesday, 18 April 2018
Golitha Falls is indeed a very ancient woodland, mentioned in The Domesday Book ordered by King William the Conqueror and published in 1086.
It's a National Nature Reserve, important for its liverwort, lichens and mosses.
To me, it's a well-loved place of beauty, tranquility and peace completed by the sounds of birdsong and the River Fowey as it makes its way from its source on Bodmin Moor to the harbour of Fowey.
The path was a bit tricky here as some of the path had fallen into the river, thanks to the incessant rain of the winter months.
The lichen- and moss-covered trees and rocks are testament to the pure air in this area.
I tried to add a video of Otters playing in the river at Golitha Falls, but the best I can do is the link. It's a YouTube video - if you highlight the link and right-click, you should find on the list a direction to view it.
Otherwise, highlight the link, copy it and open in a new tab.
Sunday, 8 April 2018
When the rain is non-stop, it isn't pleasant up on Bodmin Moor, with squelchy mud underfoot and a constant barrage of wind and icy rain to the face.
So we settled for a short circular walk on firm ground.
This is the main road through the village - busy, isn't it?
The little church, shared by Methodists and Anglicans, which is open all day for anyone to visit. On my walk, I was chatting to a lady tending her garden who is the key-holder and responsible for locking the church around teatime.
I'm always intrigued by these ornamental bricks which form a stretch of the pavement in front of a row of cottages.
Unfortunately, many of them are damaged badly because of the number of cars which are parked on them.
Benji's nose was twitching when he came to this gate; he knew there was another dog inside. What he didn't know was that it was a rather large Weimeraner!
So little traffic (in fact, none while we were there on that day!) that Benji is allowed off-lead along this lane so he can explore and enjoy an occasional gallop.
Ewes and lambs pointedly ignoring the rain whilst grazing.
Not the most exciting walk, but we did have a couple of better days so I have a few photos lined up for another post.
Sunday, 1 April 2018
Sunday, 25 March 2018
March 21st was a day for wearing odd socks - and you can't get much odder than this pair.
WHY??? you ask. I'll tell you later . . . .
It was also a day for getting on to the beach - a bit cloudy, rather cool but with the sun trying to find a way through those clouds. This is the silhouette of St.George's Island just off the coast of Looe, as seen from Seaton Beach.
Seaton Beach is always popular with dog-walkers as it is dog friendly all year round - and there are several good eateries to provide that snack and cappuccino after the walk. So I decided to take photos of all the dogs that Benji met in the hour we were there. This first one was a Collie with boundless energy, but Benji had a go at keeping up with him - for about 6 seconds!!!
This sleek greyhound could probably out-run every other dog on the beach, but he was on a short lead. What a shame, but maybe his owner thought he wouldn't come back when called. So Benji said a restrained, "Hello!" then went off to find more playful friends.
However, this was one of three Irish Wolfhounds, absolute giants to little Benji and as he realised the size of them, he was a little wary and kept his distance until he determined that they were actually friendly.
"Aha, this one is more my size!"
And this submissive little puppy was even smaller - but wasn't ready to run around with Benji.
The cloud seems to be breaking up now so hopefully we shall soon feel the warmth of the sun. Lots of seaweed has been washed up by recent stormy weather and further along the beach there are huge drifts of pebbles which weren't there previously.
I'm glad there was a blue sky to prove I haven't got my camera set on Monochrome - but these two aren't helping, are they?
Zooming in on the ship making its way across the horizon, although it's many miles away.
Benji, I don't think this elderly Labrador really wants to run round with you!
Late afternoon now, so the blue sky has disappeared and temperatures have dropped: time to head home methinks.
Oh - the odd socks? They were in support of World Down Syndrome Day.
As stated on Wikipedia - 'World Down Syndrome Day (WDSD) is observed on March 21. On this day, people with Down syndrome and those who live and work with them throughout the world organize and participate in activities and events to raise public awareness and create a single global voice for advocating for the rights, inclusion and well being of people with Down syndrome.'
Saturday, 17 March 2018
Who'd a thought it? Yesterday we had enough sunshine to ward off the cold easterly wind and today the snow is falling in thick flakes. I had anticipated that we might have some of the white stuff tonight with the possibility of waking up to a blanketed garden, but it has arrived early.
So a day spent indoors apart from a couple of short forays up the lane with a reluctant little dog (Benji doesn't 'do' precipitation of any sort) means led me to sort out another post on my blog (please don't faint!).
So yesterday I drove to the Tamar Valley Centre in Drakewalls, Gunnislake where I spent a very nice hour or so wandering around the Art Exhibition. Permission was given for Benji to accompany me, so that saved him from stressing, yapping and panting in the car while I was out of sight.
He also enjoyed a little excursion around the old mine ruins that surround the building.
Rather than drive straight back home I decided to drive down the valley to Calstock, a small village on the banks of the River Tamar which has been an important river port since Saxon times.
I loved the tall white houses and very narrow streets - and admired the skill of the School Bus driver as he manoeuvred his coach around the tight turns on such steep gradients.
But Calstock is dominated by the splendid viaduct of 1908 which carries the branch line from Plymouth to Gunnislake.
Sunbathing, dozing Muscovy Duck.
Passing through Cotehele on the way home, I couldn't resist buying a couple of bunches of sweetly perfumed narcissi from one of the many roadside stalls.
I love this time of the year when the Daffodils are all around.