Thursday, 18 August 2016

RIP my beloved friend, companion and soul-mate.



























It's simply awful, lonely, quiet, still . . . all those familiar sounds are gone, those routines are in shambles and there's no reason to go for a walk any more. I cannot imagine walking on my own up on the Moor or along a beach or coastal path. The aching lump in my chest is physically painful and I burst into tears without warning. Even when I'm not crying, my eyes leak . . it's as though the grief has to come out in some way. I miss his presence so much and the house feels empty; I hate opening the door to come in, still waiting for the scramble as he comes to greet me, so happy that I'm back even if I've only been gone for 5 minutes. I miss those gorgeous golden eyes looking into mine and telling me so much.  I miss our conversations; I miss feeling his head on my feet, stroking his fur,  I just MISS him so much.
No apologies for sounding so negative and sorry for myself because I'm afraid I am.  

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Holidays in Perranporth.


When friends from up-country come to Cornwall for their holidays, I like to meet up with them and spend a few hours catching up.  So last week, when friends from Matlock in Derbyshire came down for their long-awaited week in Cornwall, we arranged to meet in Perranporth.  Even though it's holiday season and our roads and resorts are pretty full, I hoped I would be able to find a parking space not too far from the beach.  We were due to have lunch together in 'The Watering Hole', the pub/restaurant on the beach.
Well as things turned out, I had my pick of parking places - the place was almost empty! The constant rain had driven people away from the beach so there was lots of space in the car parks and in the restaurant - no-one at all at the outside tables, either.
 Note the few hardy souls who were well wrapped up and carrying umbrellas!
The parasols were closed down at The Watering Hole and the Beach Shop was closed.

 Just as we were leaving, the rain stopped briefly and a few people were braving the beach.
 But what a difference - this week, friends from Sheffield came down for a 2 week holiday and yesterday I drove to Perranporth again to spend a few hours with them.  The sun was shining, the beach was busy and it was a gorgeous day to be on a Cornish beach.  Once again, we had lunch and sat at one of the outside tables to enjoy the day.




Now, I enjoy Cornwall in all weathers, but I have the advantage of living here all the time; but it must be galling to endure wet, chilly weather (in AUGUST!) during the one week that you have been looking forward to for ages. 
My Matlock friends feel rather miffed!  


Saturday, 6 August 2016

Through the Garden Gate

My apologies to anyone who doesn't like the 'flowery' posts but at this time of year, this is what is best in the garden.  After weeks of rain, I was beginning to despair of any flowers surviving the constant battering but thank goodness some did.  The poor roses, though . . .

























The camera really doesn't do the flowers justice; it's impossible to capture the amazing colours accurately. Those pale blue stems in this last photo are a beautiful lavender blue colour which I look forward to every year. 
Both this plant and its neighbour, the rose red flowers on long stems, were alive with bees while I was taking the photos - very carefully! 

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

The Man Engine comes to Minions


An introduction and lots of information about The Man Engine and the reasons it was invented in this link -

https://medium.com/balweyth-cornish-mining/the-man-engine-3ad03eff55fb#.mn21artc6



We queued for ages in crawling or stationary traffic, taking 90 minutes to drive from my village to Minions (normally less than 10 minutes), got very wet and chilled, waited until well after the original time to see the transformation of The Man Engine, then waited even longer in the parking field for well over an hour before we could leave (thanks to some very rude and aggressive motorists who didn't know the meaning of 'give way', 'no, after you' or have the patience to take their turns) and today, my knees are very, very painful after the walking and standing around . . . BUT after all that, I am so glad we went. The Man Engine is a brilliant piece of engineering and it was sobering to hear some of the history of the mining in this area before having a moment to remember those miners who lost their lives underground.
There was a drone circling the Man Engine - and I almost expected him to want to swat it away!!! I couldn't get a photo of the whole thing, because we weren't close enough to see his legs and feet, but that was a choice I made, because I was concerned about the possibility of the whole thing toppling over - it was after all standing in an area that is riddled with mines and underground tunnels. (Worried Mummy and Grandma!)
The first few photos are to give you some idea of the crowds, the weather (typical Cornish mizzle!) and the resigned anticipation of what was to come.


 You might recognise Houseman's Engine House in the background of this photo, as it has appeared in some of my previous photos when I have been walking with Zac up there. 



Suddenly, there was a buzz of excitement when the Man Engine's head appeared above the crowd.

But it was a false alarm; he was being lifted carefully from the huge flat-bed lorry that has been transporting him around the mining areas of Cornwall.











The Callington Silver Band could be heard approaching . . . 

  . . . . and came up the track just in front of us.


And still we waited; the time of transformation had now been put back to 7pm and the wetness persisted!
 But then - 




 Spot the drone.


An unforgettable experience - for mixed reasons.