I'm back!

Back from a camping trip to the beautiful Roseland Peninsula, that is. And this is my second attempt at bringing my blog up to date; last night I sorted lots of photos, put some on my blog and wrote about my 'doings'.  But after publishing the post, I realised I hadn't given it a heading, so I clicked on 'Edit'  . . . . well, I thought I had, but I managed to delete the whole thing!
If at first, you don't succeed - try, try, try again!
I was invited to be a witness at my niece's wedding in Truro, so rather than battle with Bank Holiday traffic on the morning of the wedding, I decided to get the tent out and organise a week's camping a bit closer to the wedding venue.
So I was just up the road from Veryan - these are two of the famous Roundhouses which were built at the entrances to the village in the early 19th century to prevent the devil from entering the village; they were built that shape so that the devil couldn't hide in corners and the cross on top was an extra precaution.  These days, some of the Roundhouses are available as holiday lets.

 At this time of year, our Cornish lanes are particularly beautiful.

 I wanted to visit Hemmick beach after reading about it in another blog, but it was a scary drive down the very narrow, steep and twisting lane that led to the beach; foliage was lashing the car on both sides and I was very glad that there was nothing coming the other way - I couldn't have passed even a cyclist! And when I reached the entrance to the beach, it was to find that there was only sufficient space for 3 vehicles; luckily someone was about to leave, so Zac and I were able to enjoy a short time on the unspoilt and quiet beach.

 Thrift growing on top of an isolated, tall rock on the beach.

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 Porthcurnick beach with Portscatho across the bay and the famous Hidden Hut on the cliff above the beach, where I had a very tasty lunch.

The Hidden Hut was doing good business that day - and the aromas from the cooking area were most enticing!

After lunch, I drove round to Portscatho and was lucky to nab a parking space in the village square when someone obligingly left, so I indulged my passion for wandering round the art galleries - and bought a pretty little jug to add to my collection, as a souvenir of my holiday.

After a week away, my garden had undergone a transformation - everything was blooming - but that's another post.  I was lucky that the unexpected hot spell didn't kill all my little potted plants which I had taken out of the greenhouse and put on the large patio table; thank goodness my son came round in my absence and watered them all.