Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Spring all around - and Sherri

Sunshine brings out the best in everyone after lots of rain and bitterly cold winds, even the early blooms in the garden.

Short-stemmed flowers are essential in a windy garden and I love these unusual Tulips

 One of Caspar's favourite sun-bathing spots - a chair in the south-facing study.

"Who?"  "What?"  "WHY?"

  Our Cornish lanes are so beautiful again.

Yesterday I drove down to St Austell to spend time with a dear friend - and to meet her new Pomeranian puppy.
So meet Sherri . . .

She is 9 months old, with a long pedigree and a very beautiful girl with her Red Sable colouring. She has only been with Valerie for 6 days but has settled extremely well; it's as though she has always been there. 
After spending time playing with Sherri and her toys I am even more eager to have my very own dog.  I'm dog-broody! 

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Reflective Ramblings

This blog is not called 'Rosie's Ramblings' for nothing - I'm in reflective mood today and my ramblings are my jumbled thoughts of how my life has evolved.
It's overcast here but not raining for a change. Nothing planned and it's very tempting to sit around in home, radio on and a book in hand, teapot on the go, etc. But I really should make an effort to go out somewhere and enjoy the fresh air, maybe a beach walk or something . . . .
When I lived up-country and my visits to Cornwall were just a 2-week camping break in the summer holidays, I used to dream how wonderful it would be to live there and have all of Cornwall on my doorstep, where I could go to a beach or walk the coastal path any time I wanted.
So I made the dream come true. I walked the coastal path with my dogs and went to the beaches with my two youngest sons and it was every bit as wonderful as I'd dreamed.
Now the sons have made their own lives and the dogs have gone (Bess, Todd and Zac) and I am 30 years older.
It's 6 months since my companion, Zac, died; I am still recovering from (and being restricted by) a knee replacement operation and arthritis is rearing its ugly head more often (Cornwall's damp climate doesn't help but I forgive it !)
My mojo for enjoying the great outdoors has got up and gone - it takes a great effort to go out somewhere, anywhere. Sitting around is bad - I need to get walking again, bring those muscles and joints back into use. I need a DOG!

Oh my! Aren't I in a reflective mood? But it's good to write down my thoughts and hopefully to DO something about it.

And now the sun has peeped through the greyness.  I'm off for a shower and I'm GETTING OUT THERE! 

Friday, 10 March 2017

It Stopped Raining!

Oh my goodness me - yesterday afternoon the rain stopped!
In order to mark this momentous happening, I decided to explore a bit further afield.  Looking at this photo of the Moor, you would think we'd had no rain for months, but if you try to walk on it, your foot would sink into deep, squelchy mud! It's like walking on a sponge. 

 There was more green to be seen in the distance.

I love these black lambs - and what a lovely view they have:  that's Colliford Lake, a large reservoir, in the background.

 Highland Cows - one of the very hardy cattle breeds that can withstand the cold, wet winters on Bodmin Moor, because of their long, shaggy coats. We also have Galloways and a few Welsh Blacks. 

I must remember to go back in a few weeks time when they will have their calves - how cute will they be? 
However, I think the zoom lens on my camera will be in action on that occasion; I don't intend getting too close to these very protective cattle when they have their young. 

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Walking in the rain

I took a birthday card and small present over to my friend yesterday; she wasn't at home, but I hope she has enjoyment from the pot of sweet-smelling blue hyacinths I chose for her.
This is an area at the front of her home - the council cleared a patch of shrubs and brambles, leaving just bare earth.  I know my friend enjoyed hearing the chatter and twittering of the sparrows that lived in those shrubs; it was all silent there yesterday with not a single bird to be seen, even though she has erected a feeding station to attract them back.
I do love the Spring flowers she planted though in an attempt to make that patch more beautiful.

 As Pam wasn't at home, I decided not to waste my trip; she lives close to a favourite beach of mine, so despite the grey day and the constant drizzle, I set off for a walk.  
This is the edge of the Country Park, which had flooded badly thanks to the non-stop rain of recent weeks, but quite a few seabirds were enjoying this fresh water lake, including two large Black Backed Gulls.

and a solitary Tern standing on the wet path!

I crossed the road to the beach - and all colour disappeared.  I did say it was a grey, drizzly day!
There wasn't another soul to be seen, unsurprisingly, but memories came flooding back of the many walks I took here with my old dog, Zac. It was very poignant as he walked with me in spirit, dipping in the shallows at the edge of the surf, picking up a washed-up root of kelp and shaking it, lashing himself with the slippery fronds of weed in the process. Sometimes a particular stone would appeal and he would carefully pick it up and drop it at my feet, inviting me to throw it for him.  Even though it landed among similar stones, he would always find the correct one and bring it back, endlessly. 

 This sea-front garden used to have quite a large summerhouse here, enclosed by a thick, sturdy wall to protect it from the sea, but the storms smashed it all down, wall and summerhouse, leaving chunks of stone and splintered wood.
I see the owners have replaced the summerhouse with a much smaller shed and built another wall; I hope it stays safe this time. 
 Further along the beach, other walls have been built in an attempt to save any more gardens disappearing into the sea. 

There isn't usually a stream here - this is the result of the rainfall pouring down from the clifftops and gardens above.

A root of kelp firmly attached to a large pebble - Zac would have enjoyed dragging that along!

I retraced my steps and headed to the Beach Cafe - a hot chocolate and a slice of Coffee & Walnut cake were essential (once I'd wiped my wet face and hair with a handful of kitchen towel.)
And finally - some colour from my garden to brighten the grey day, although I did enjoy my walk and felt quite chuffed that my new knee had coped well with trudging through the sand.

Hyacinths in bud - colour and sweet smells to come.

Maybe there will be sunshine for my next outing; we can but hope.