“We do not remember days; we remember moments.” Cesare Pavese
Once again I am a full month behind in preparing this post. But I’m discovering a poignancy and a beauty to July that I may perhaps have missed had I not had this cushion of time from which to look back. Going through the photos already feels nostalgic after just a month. And I’m seeing things differently.
Events and weather in July are all wrapped up together. Let’s see what July offered…
The weather in July seemed universally cool and grey …

… with days of lingering mists.

Be it brume or smirr; be they dimpsey days or smuggy days …
… the cows remained curious.
But we had the briefest blaze of fiery warmth, perfectly timed for Mum & Dad to enjoy the newspapers in the sunshine.

Tom and Amy were not so lucky: their visit was shrouded in cloud.

But it didn’t stop us enjoying the views of Fowey as we began a month of memorable foodie experiences. The Old Ferry Inn gave us…
… crabs’ claws and bouillabaisse ..

… and delicious fine dining.

And the Bodmin and Wenford Steam Railway gave us…

… cream teas – in vintage style.

We enjoyed steam at Boconnoc too.

Jungly ferns and …

rain-spattered verges have vanished. For we have been shorn.

But over walls and hedges, in gardens and on station banks, hydrangeas abound.
Despite its preponderance of gloom and brume, July offered us some magical sunsets.

Bruised purple skies above swirling mists …

… and fantastical silvered clouds that made me think of dragons’ breath.
July’s inclement weather gave us card games in high-summer. Gin rummy with Tom & Amy, and Canasta with Mum & Dad.
And it must be Mum & Dad’s visit which is the pinnacle of these July memories. A chance for us to make memories with them in our new home. And for them to revisit old haunts and relive memories of their own from many years before.
