Homemaking at Highfield: mixing, matching and making do

…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”

The View from Here: moments and memories…

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…”

Homemaking at Highfield: a toy cupboard

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”

First Footnotes

…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”

Birds on the Balcony: woodpecker wars

Now I know what a woodpecker in a bad mood sounds like…

“The whole world is a series of miracles but we’re so used to seeing them that we call them ordinary things.” Hans Christian Anderson.

Last Saturday was a day filled with ordinary miracles.  Here’s the first: Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: woodpecker wars”

The View from Here: the world crashes in

The view from here is clean and simple … and very much in the present

A week since I last wrote here. I’ve missed it; I’ve been wanting – needing – to get back to the View almost daily.  It seems that writing here does need to happen in the early morning, before the day starts.  And there have been no really early mornings for a while.  B has woken early several times this week – before me – and we’ve got up together, after a leisurely read and in my case, a cup of tea.  It’s been nice; we are spending so much more time together since arriving here and it’s lovely.  But I’ve missed these interludes. Continue reading “The View from Here: the world crashes in”