A number of gentlemen in the audience immediately put their hands to their own ‘flowing locks’
There are a great many events within festival week: walks and talks making up only a part of what’s on offer. There are workshops and musical performances and foodie things; there are debates and book signings and group readings. I was seriously tempted by the harp workshop; Continue reading “Festival Talks and Festival Walks (i)”
“There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.” Although I would have to add: “… with a wondrous book to hand”.
Today has been a no-weather day, only the second such day that I’ve acknowledged since we arrived. No-weather days are at the bottom of the heap: no rain, no sun, no wind. Nothing. Just the world waiting… waiting for something to happen next. Continue reading “The View from Here: tea with Daphne revisited”
Inspired by the work of its most famous authoress …
Today I booked tickets for the Fowey Festival of Arts and Literature. I’m so excited! Continue reading “Tickets booked”
I wonder whether Gilbert would have been able to explain the wonderful buzzard activity I witnessed
I stood at the window for some time when I arrived upstairs this morning. The birds obligingly came in numbers and posed prettily. The dull light seemed to amplify their colours. Quarrelsome chaffinches; fragile long-tailed tits and their slightly larger blue cousins. The smart livery of the great tit, and on the other end of the balcony an especially smart female Woodie fed for long minutes whilst I watched. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: civilised rooks and tumbling buzzards and Gilbert”
“I walked this land with a dreamer’s freedom….”
Our weather remains mercurial but we had one amazing weather day this week. Continue reading “Hellebores and Tea with Daphne”
