Monday, 10 March 2008

Storm watching

This was not taken today, but on another stormy day. We visited Trebarwith Strand this morning, when it was wet and wild and again this evening, when it was wet and wild and dark. For anyone reading this who knows the area, the water was thrown right up to the Port William pub, where I got a complete soaking, of the take-your-breath-away type. I can still taste salt, hours later.

3BT
1 - Ted, pussy cat, sleeping all through the storm
2 - actually getting my new sewing machine out of its box and threading it up and having a go. I have been a bit scared of it, but it is great.
3 - Sky, dog, being all scared of the storm and having to spend the whole day in the annexe, where it was a bit quieter.

Sunday, 9 March 2008

waiting for the storm


my 3 beautiful things for today


1 - we are supposed to get a major storm tonight. Will we, won't we, the not knowing, anticipation

2 - this stepped path in Cadgwith - my heart is still on the Lizard!

3 - lots of surprise phone calls and post as I turn 15 (??)

Saturday, 8 March 2008

The house described in my previous post is just a little further to the left of this headland. i realised there was no context in my pictures, they did not show the view or the fact of the nearby sea at all.

holidays remembered

A rather boring looking flat roofed building, but this is where I spent many summer and winter holidays as a child. It is at the far end of Kennack Sands, nestled into the hillside. I used to get so excited as we arrived, having driven from Sussex after getting up very early in the morning. Past Goonhilly and then we were nearly there, Kuggar, down a rough track and there it was, all windswept and scrummy. My main interest, aged 9 - 13 ish ish, was looking at and collecting stones, little bits of amethyst, studying the serpentine. I was a strange child! I loved the sea as well, so wasn't totally weird.


Ridiculous? Me? I don't think so.


Is it not normal to occasionaly drape oneself in a towel which some human idiot has left in the way over the back of the seat?

3BT - on the LIzard






I am spoilt for things to include in my Three Beautiful Things on the Lizard. 300 might be easier.
1 - Lying in bed in the morning listening to music, not having to be anywhere in particular
2 - The otters at the Gweek seal sanctuary who kept a toad each as a 'baby' - it all looked rather alarming, but they apparently never hurt them and take them to bed with them! Each to their own.
3 - Arriving at Porthleven for tea after walking a long way along the cliff top from Gunwalloe. Briefly forgetting that we would have to do the return walk.

Cliff Top Etiquette

We have just returned from a week's stay at The Hen House, which was wonderfully relaxing and, although under two hours drive away and still in Cornwall, in an area totally different from here, on the Lizard peninsula. Leaves were coming out, there were some echiums in flower (I expect ours in June in north Cornwall).

We managed quite a few walks in the week, along sunkissed clifftops and treelined creeks. There were few people around as it was only early March. But, when we did see people we greeted each other as we passed by. Somehow we usually know the point where it is or isn't the required etiquette to greet people. This has always struck me as intriguing. Is it the volume of people you pass? Do you only greet people if you haven't seen another person for e.g. 30 seconds, and only along a country footpath? Or, is it related to your proximity to a built up area? Or is it the lifitng of the head to make eye contact? In Treknow, for instance, we all greet each other all the time, whether passing a stranger or someone you have known for years. If I had done this when I lived in London, I would have been considered extremely strange, plus there wouldn't have been time to do anything else! If in doubt, I always try to err on the side of greeting, for instance towards the start or end of a walk. It is always uncomfortable if a person does not respond, but this is undoubtedly informed by a different etiquette - that of the city, a foreign land, or some internal place the person is caught up in.