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Monthly Archive for "May 2008"



Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 23 May 2008

beautiful fingers on frets

While the sun shone in the lounge window and we had a Friday evening drinky Hector had a little play on the guitar. I love this photo! The clarity and his fingers and the bokeh on the frets.
Beautiful fingers on the frets

Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 15 May 2008

Peasmold, Olive, Tom and Sinatra

6 weeks old tody and almost ready to go to their new families.
This is Peasmold who will be living with Lis.

Me and my Mum
Tom and Olive will be with Lotte, David, Amy and Mia
The fixed grin of a cat posing for the camera. Look at me Mum!
and finally, Sinatra, who will be staying with us…
He has a look of ol’ blue eyes’ I think. Perhaps its the crooked grin or the cheeky glance or the the tilt of the head….
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Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 13 May 2008

5 weeks old now

When we got back from our hols it was to find the kittens bigger, bolder, brasher and more and more cat-like.
Lis has decided on the name Peasmold for her kitten.
He is furthest, top right…..
All four on the footstoolStill feeding at the Mum diner

outdoors &Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 12 May 2008

Ahhhh Cornwall

Our second May holiday. THANK YOU HECTOR!
May 2nd. Leaving kittens and Tootsie Mummy cat with friends who had a short break at our house, we were heading as far south as its possible to get in England – South Cornwall.

Friday A stay with Helene and Martin in Tixall. Super company and a lovely dinner. The perfect start to a holiday.

Saturday – the long haul down the M6, M5 and non-motorways that got us there. The journey down had some nice moments as dozens of brightly be-decked Mini’s, being driven by fancy-dressed clowns, were heading south too – to something called the Riv Run 2008. It looked an enormous amount of fun.
The Old Shipbrokers where we stayed is in Pentewan; a little village with a seafaring history and a really good beach in a little bay. To make matters more appealing our pink decorated and brass-bedded, room overlooked the sea and immediately below us the rooftop of the welcoming pub which served – according to Hector – a very tasty pint of ‘Tribute’ ale from St. Austell, so our first evening was spent at the Ship Inn emjoying hearty helpings of good food.

Sunday Day one. Mevagissey, just two miles away – weather not perfect. Murky. Had a wander around and explored the harbour.
alTerED iMaGE : Melon & lemon harbour housesYellow boat
The mist came down so we decided to go to the big hole in the ground that is the Eden Project. The plants in the biodomes are very interesting; the large tropical, rain forest and African areas especially. My favourite was the temperate biodome with the wonderfully re-created Mediterranean areas. Such colours and flowers….and scents. We even had a little ride up the hill in the tractor pulled train. I couldn’t get photos in the tropical biodome – it was so humid the lens badly misted up….
Wasp planesBloomsMulti-coloured jungle truckPink tulipVine spiritSoft pink budOrange tulips on white with blue windowGrape Vine - TemptationRapt with the storyteller

Monday A short drive to the North Cornwall coast and Port Isaac. Again a bit murky but we had a couple of hours in this pretty harbour town, and walked up out from the steep streets onto the South Coast coastal path and along the cliffs. The car park in this tiny-streeted town is the beach – clever use of flat ground but clamping is the least of your problems if you overstay your ticket – your car could be engulfed by the incoming tide! After that we headed to Port Gaverne where He had identified a good pub (from the trusty Good Pub Guide that is always on hand for all our excursions!) It was indeed a good pub with really friendly host and the little beach opposite was perfect for an ankle-deep paddle and delve into rock pools. It wasn’t far then to Tintagel and a stumbling walk down the steep path to the magical cove and the eerie atmosphere of the place. I don’t do heights so chickened out from the walkway over the rocks on the cliffs. Its a bit touristy with a cafe and visitor centre at the cove, but you can’t blame them for that.
I was determined to have fish and chips in a harbour so we went home via Fowey and eventually found a chippy, but its not the friendliest town we ever visited (it can join Shaftesbury and Tewkesbury in that) so we didn’t wait around too long. Good fish though!
At the end of their tetherAfternoon tea at Port Isaac HarbourSmoke signals at Port IsaacUrchins and snails in a rock poolGull in lfightCornwall wallYellow buoys at FoweyGrazing on the sea cliffs

Tuesday – Summer is here and we decided on a quiet day. So we went only a couple of hundred yards and spent the day on the beach at Pentewan – very pleasant and a chance to read and paddle and snooze and, as it turned out, get a serious dose of sunburn (me not He). I should’ve been more careful. Extremely sore legs, face and chest (didn’t sleep much that night – painful to move). We opted to drive into St. Austell for Pizza Hut take-away to eat in the guest house garden.

Wednesday The much-looked-forward-to trip to The Lost Gardens of Heligan. Its apt that Heligan is an anagram of ‘healing’. It was bliss and the weather fabulous. There were bluebells under banana trees, rhododendrons in full flower, an Italian Garden that was so beautiful it brought a tear to the eye, meadows and jungle, a woodland walk under mature trees with bluebells everywhere, walled vegetable gardens, a peaceful and immaculate Sundial Garden. Bliss. bliss, bliss. I was left brimming with calm pleasure and new ideas to take to our little enclosed yard and front garden. There was a reception going on on Floras Lawn and the Duke of Kent was around – lots of be-suited and overly-hatted folks sipping champagne and tea. I bought a couple of plants to take home as a memory of our day at these mysterious and beautiful gardens and as a little bit of Heligan to keep and nurture.
English bluebells in dappled woodland light
Mud Maid reposing in morning sunSun washed white tulips
Ripe lemonsThe Sun Dial Garden at HeliganWhite rhododendronsWaiting in the wings at HeliganLawn roller laid to rest in a quiet corner of HeliganIn the Italian Garden at Heligan

Thursday – our last day. Not very warm and sunny, but dry. I wanted to travel on the King Harry Ferry across the Fal tidal inlet near St. Maws. Its one of only a handful of working ferries traveling by means of chains. Just beyond that we had a lovely walk around part of the perimeter of the Trelissick gardens. We went back via the hidden tiny village of Ruan Lanihorne and the Kings Head (another from the Good Beer Guide) where I had a superb glass of wine and He had a most acceptable beer.
Then to the Nare Hotel the_nare_hotel1.jpgnear Veryan for afternoon tea in the Quarterdeck Restaurant after a little walk onto the vast sandy beach under the low cliffs. Tasty but WAY too much food So much in fact we cancelled our planned last night dinner at an Indian Restaurant.
Blue boat hidingInlet of the Fal River in CornwallScratch that itch

Friday – we set off for home at 930. The 440 miles should take about 7 hours with a couple of stops, but the M5 was a car park in places as was the M6. He wouldn’t play I-Spy so for something to do I texted BBC Radio 2 and joined in with a Jeremy Vine piece and he read it out and after a stop for lunch at a lovely pub in Prestbury (Cheltenahm) called the Kings Arms we hit the road again and when Chris Evans came on the radio I texted him too and he read it out. Two on BBC Radio 2 in one day.
Hear the Vine one here …. and the Evans one here…..

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