I was reminded once more of how much joy there is in the simplest of things; the boys loved this small ritual
The first day of June! How lovely to usher in this blowsy month of early summer with Ellie and the boys. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: with two small boys”
“We do not remember days; we remember moments.” Cesare Pavese
A month of …
… huge skies…
…fluffy clouds …
… and wild flowers.
Polperro at low tide…
… and high tide.
Evenings on the balcony …
… on our own…
… and with those we love.
Ellie and her boys …
… loving and laughing…
… and exploring.
Watching the sun set…
… and filling the skies with colour.
And not forgetting…
… Ferryside in the rain.
Blessings indeed.
“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”
Like the trees in Larkin’s poem, we are beginning afresh.
Quite a few years ago I had a pen-friend in Saskatchewan and she used to refer to ‘green up’. In her corner of the world there was snow for many months and then – suddenly it seemed – green up. I often think of her and that phrase at this time of year. Continue reading “Green Up”
I don’t know why she’s exerting such a huge influence on me here but I’m glad that she is
I could have tagged this onto either of the previous posts. But really, this small nugget of time was so special that I need it to have a post all to itself. A seemingly tiny thing, and I don’t expect to do it justice in words, but I need to have it here. Continue reading “The View from Here: The Pinnacle of my Festival Experience”
“I am creative. I am a writer: this is what I do and this is who I am”
I went to one festival talk on my own entitled: A Space to Write. There is a book of the same name which inspired the talk and was already known to me. It had caught my eye in the Sunday supplements a while back and made my way onto the “books to read one day” list, but it’s too costly to buy new and doesn’t seem available as used. Perhaps I could ask for it as a birthday or Christmas present. Anyway: a book in which writers talk about their respective writing spaces and discuss their approach to their craft – wonderful! And the talk was wonderful. I loved it! Continue reading “Final Festival Talk: A Space to Write”
I did have a naïve, romantic expectation of seeing something “like I’d see on the telly”
Our second guided walk was more for B although I had high hopes for it too. We travelled to Charlestown – a little place west of Fowey – which is a purpose-built and perfectly preserved Georgian harbour and has been used in many films and tv productions. Continue reading “Festival Talks and Festival Walks (iii)”
A Corner of Cornwall 