Sadly, our particular ferry did not have a roof … the journey was damp and bracing. Grey and mercifully short.
We’ve now crossed to Fowey and back twice. What a contrast between the two visits.
When we set out for our first festival event – a talk of B’s choosing – the sky was dark and a few spots of rain fell as we climbed into the car. “It’ll stop,” we said, “It’s nothing.” It did not stop. We did not take coats.
Continue reading “Polruan and Fowey: come rain, come shine. Part one … rain”
The sun was warm and mellow; the sky cloudless …
And so April gave me what must surely be her last hurrah: a pin-sharp, vibrant morning to remember
As I climbed up the stairs not long after dawn this morning I knew from the quality of the light it would be bright and frosty. And it was – in spades! It was a stupendous morning! Continue reading “The View from Here: April’s last Hurrah”
… one thing remains constant: the weather may be mercurial but the view from here is always entrancing
As I sat here, early this morning, it hailed. Great chunks of ice clattering down. But at least we haven’t had snow, like many parts of the country. Although snow would have been nice now I think about it… Continue reading “The View from Here: capricious April”
The view from here is dank, dismal and dripping. … the valley is poised to pull out its summertime splendour but that won’t be happening today.
Harri pulled me from sleep this morning. Her persistence finally overcoming my resistance, I left the warmth of B and the duvet and climbed upstairs. I knew from the light – or lack of it – that it must be wet outside and it is. It’s raining. Continue reading “The View from Here: rain, pongs, and problems solved”
The view from here is harmonious, breezeless and beautiful.
I climbed the stairs this morning to a rosy, frosty sunrise. No mist today, and the fields had a coppery hue as the early golden sunshine bounced off the bejeweled grass. Continue reading “The View from Here: where sheep may safely graze”
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…”
The view from here is magical, mysterious and multi-coloured
Today has been a touch frustrating. We still have no phone line and the mobile signal is not great. The internet is so intermittent that it seems to dominate everything as we monitor it in order to catch it when we have the chance. It has taken all day on and off to research and source a fridge/freezer and I still haven’t been able to contact the company and check delivery. It occurs to me with our access issues that I should check what size vehicle they will deliver in. And we’ve both been tired. I’ve still achieved a reasonable amount but it feels like a wasted day somehow. Perhaps because of the early morning highlights: maybe everything had to be downhill after that… (Apart from our driveway of course 😉 ) Continue reading “The View from Here: wuthering and rainbows”
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”
I could die happily here, lost in this view.
Sunday April 3rd
Another restful sleep; I’m sleeping so very well here. Awake soon after 5, but the room was dark, the bed was warm and comfy; it was easy to stay snuggled under the duvet. B woke early too though. We chatted for a bit and I was up before 6.30 – ahead of our avian guests’ arrival – ready to watch the day unfold. Continue reading “The View from Here: serenity in the rain”
A Corner of Cornwall 