I felt that my man on a bicycle deserved some seriously good chocolate
The rain continues unabated and my patience has begun to wear thin. Perhaps I can cite that as my excuse for being somewhat impatient when I set off on the 3-mile trip to Pelynt one morning. All of the journey is along single-track roads, which is not a big problem as there is very little traffic. But on this occasion I met a bicycle. Continue reading “A Man on a Bicycle and Cornish Chocolate”
it is on the sailing cloud and in the invisible wind
With the run of warm dry weather broken, we moved from gentle rain to heavy rain to thick cloud. A brooding, oppressive sort of day. The colour of this day was gunmetal grey. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: silhouettes in symphony”
… hopefully by then I shall have read at least fifty more classics than I’ve read right now
I have had so much fun with this list. I could go on tweaking it forever but the longer I delay, the longer the list becomes. So it’s time to post it and move along; time to stop tweaking and begin reading. Continue reading “At Last: The List”
Perhaps some water here; and maybe a naturalistic statue
The secret garden lies behind the enormous conifer to the west of the house.
For me this unobtrusive area of lawn has a very female aura. Continue reading “June in the Garden: the secret garden”
Just thinking about books is exciting
After at least a fortnight, today we have rain. Soft, gentle, Cornish rain which had obviously been with us for some hours before I smelt it through the open window. Isn’t the smell of rain wonderful? And the senses detect things differently. Sounds seem muted, yet colours are the opposite: many of the wild flowers seem at their brightest in the sullen light that accompanies rain. Continue reading “The Classics Club”
Regardless … will somebody please make a Cornish version?
One day this week there was an unusual degree of noise from the crows. Investigation with the binoculars revealed a tractor working in a field on the skyline across the valley, and behind it, crows clamoured in large numbers. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: Hitchcock vs Daphne”
For a while a single buzzard owned the space between the earth below and the heavens above, framed by the branches over my head which arched so I felt like I was watching this scene from a silent, vaulted cathedral
I have a picture in our bedroom: Roses by Peder Kroyer, painted in 1893. It’s of a woman wearing a long white dress and she is reading – sitting in a garden chair in the sunshine with a large floriferous white rose in the foreground. Continue reading “The view from Here: under the tree on a sunny afternoon”