“Can we come back here again tomorrow, Mummy?”
Yes please, I added silently.
Polperro is fast becoming a favourite haunt. Today I saw it through a child’s eyes.
The final day of May dawned warm, bright and sunny, with a generous light breeze to keep us cool and refreshed. Ellie tackled the narrow back roads to Polperro without complaint and reversed where necessary like a pro. I could learn from this. Continue reading “Polperro Revisited”
The view from here is priceless
Evan and I went exploring in the field. The field slopes fiercely. It’s lumpy and bumpy. There are – or were – no paths. A wild wonderland for an intrepid boy with an imagination. Continue reading “The View from Here: we made it to the far side”
The view from here is infused with love and wonder
Bathed in sunshine, we waved good-bye to Russ and Char.
Less than two later Ellie and the boys arrived.
The sun obligingly kept his hat on.
It was a quick turnaround; is this how landladies feel? I am reminded why I’ve never been attracted to the idea of running a bed and breakfast. Continue reading “The View from Here: a house for making memories”
… up the hill behind the house and beyond – where the steep climb is rewarded by a view over the countryside that leaves you feeling you’re on top of the world
A key reason for choosing this house was to entertain. This is quite a contrast from the quiet life we were living in Mixbury when visitors were relatively rare. Here the plan is to have many visitors, with space to spread out and freedom for people to come and go and enjoy this lovely corner of Cornwall (as well as our company!) Continue reading “The View from Here: first visitors”
Looks like we may have another runner in the family!
The first day of May and it’s pouring down. What a contrast from yesterday. There are May Day celebrations all around here, including a very ancient traditional one in a nearby town. Continue reading “The View from Here: a damp, bright start to May”
I’d managed my first trip away from Cornwall without permanent mishap.
My sons run. I rarely watch them in shorter races but marathons are different. So much time invested; such discipline, training and preparation; markers set for personal improvement. That degree of effort deserves support in its own right, but also, I like watching. The larger events are awash with atmosphere and humanity: competitors from the silent, skeletal knots of African elites, invariably leading, through to the overweight, the joggers and the walkers. Costumed runners; joyful runners; haggard and struggling runners; hobbling, shuffling, waddling. They’re all here – and I applaud them for lining up, for having a go. Continue reading “A Flying Visit (or Best Laid Plans?)”
Settling down to read a letter is an event unto itself. It warrants a cup of tea …
We forgot to check the post last Saturday so B collected it when he fetched the Sunday papers. And amongst the mail was a letter from Sue: a handwritten letter! Continue reading “In praise of letters…”
I’ve never thought of myself as a real homemaker
Surely one of the great joys of making a house move is the pleasure in making a new home? A house is a building which shelters you from the elements; a home is a place of warmth and welcome. To create a home is to alchemise the essential structure of a house into the very personal experience of a home: making it unique to your wants and needs, to the personalities of those who abide beneath its roof. Continue reading “Homemaking at Highfield: a toy cupboard”
And I think she would have liked the view from here.
A four-seasons-in-one-day kind of day. Grey, brooding clouds before seven this morning, then the palest of blue skies, building to sky-blue vistas and sunshine sweeping across the valley. By nine we had rain. And wind. It’s been a breezy, blustery, showery, sunshiny sort of day. Exhilarating. Continue reading “The View from Here: four seasons and memories”
A Corner of Cornwall 