The View from Here: the rhythms of life

What will be the colour of April that I’ll remember when this month wanes?

“Oh to be in England now that April’s there… “

I think Browning would have yearned particularly for April in England year: in this corner of England at least. Continue reading “The View from Here: the rhythms of life”

The View from Here: from winters past to winters present

The view from here in the present gives no clue to the drama in its past

The beaches are not the only places to be deserted in Cornwall in the winter.  We visited Cawsand and Kingsand, two small villages joined at the hip, which at one time straddled the Cornwall/Devon border. (The border has now been shifted further east and follows the course of the River Tamar.)  Had I known of the old border when we were in the villages, I would have looked out for the actual house which perches astride it and proclaims its unique position in its house name.  Continue reading “The View from Here: from winters past to winters present”

The View From Here is most definitely feline

… there will be

No Dog In This House…

I acquired a canine companion on a walk recently.  Bruce is a young black lab who hails from our neighbouring farm.  I tried to make him return to the farmhouse but he was having none of it.  He and his fellow canines do often amble between farm and farmhouse.  I thought perhaps if I walked on and ignored him, he would get bored and head back.  Nope. Continue reading “The View From Here is most definitely feline”

The View from Here: family, fizz, fireworks and damp squibs

At least it solves the delicate problem of who to ask to buy those red knickers.

red-chanticleerThis weekend’s new moon ushered in the Chinese New Year.  It is the year of the Rooster: the Fire Rooster no less.  I knew I was born in the year of the Rooster but only now have I learned that I am a Fire Rooster.  Fire Roosters are apparently trustworthy, with a strong sense of time-keeping and responsibility at work.  I doubt there is anyone that knows me who would vouch for my strong sense of time-keeping but the other two attributes I’d like to think were applicable.  I am in august company, it seems.  In no particular order, more famous fellow Fire Roosters include Dawn French, Donny Osmond, Jools Holland, Stephen Fry, Hans Zimmer and Martin Luther King III.  Who knew! Continue reading “The View from Here: family, fizz, fireworks and damp squibs”

The View from Here: the January sap is rising

Finally I emerge – not a shining butterfly … more like a sleepy owl, blinking and bemused, but ready to wish one and all a belated Happy New Year!

Well!  Here I am, halfway through the second week of January 2017.  And finally settling to a blog post.  I have been writing – but for myself alone.  And I have been reading – reading books, and also whittling away at the ever-growing list of posts written by others: people who make time for writing, reading and living in a way that seems to elude me a lot of the time.  And I’ve caught up on some people I owe emails to, though several important and dear friends are still waiting. Continue reading “The View from Here: the January sap is rising”

The View from Here: August in November

life is a glorious and messy business

This post belongs in mid-August.  I began writing it early October and I’m finally publishing it in early November.  What holds all three dates together are open skies and golden sunshine – beyond that life has been up and down and round the block a few times. Right now, life is good.  It’s a good time to write about family. Continue reading “The View from Here: August in November”

The View From Here: Lansallos to Lantic

A single boat glides silently through the waters below me. And I ask myself: who can fail to appreciate an afternoon such as this?

These passing October days have been crisp, clear and calm.  Invigorating.  Life-affirming.  All that was wonderful about this October was encapsulated for me one afternoon mid-month when I walked a stretch of the coastal path. Continue reading “The View From Here: Lansallos to Lantic”