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?)”
“I walked this land with a dreamer’s freedom….”
Our weather remains mercurial but we had one amazing weather day this week. Continue reading “Hellebores and Tea with Daphne”
…what I’ve created works perfectly. I love it!
Before we moved I tried to persuade B to dispose of some of our furniture, which in my opinion would obviously not work in the new house. Nothing expensive or meaningful: things we had agreed we would replace anyway and/or bargains collected from charity shops. It seemed silly to go the trouble of transporting them but B said no, we should take the lot and if it wasn’t needed we would dispose of it later. How wise he was and how wrong I was Continue reading “Homemaking at Highfield: mixing, matching and making do”
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 full of love and promise
Saturday April 9th
This evening gave us our first real sunset. Not a majestic, fiery, spectacular sunset, but a sunset nonetheless. I have photos, but B has the best one which I’ve ‘borrowed’ here. Continue reading “The View from Here: moments and memories…”
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”
…the feedback, when it came, was warm and positive
When we first arrived here and I started scribbling, with tentative thoughts of turning my scribbles into a blog, A Corner of Cornwall was to be called The View from Here. But when I actually screwed up my courage and looked into it, someone had beaten me to it and a name change was required. Drat. Continue reading “First Footnotes”