Just back from Cornwall
Newquay is being extended big time with a Duchy of Cornwall inspired estate, all creams and pinks and blues. But all too close together and more or less all sold, which is a pity because the light is good and Watergate Bay isn't a long drive away.
Penzance also looked good in the sun, although the Newlyn Gallery was all embroidery, which I am told is popular now, thanks I suppose to folks staying home. Not really my cup of tea, neither the ice-cream shop, which only dealt in cash!
But joy of joys, a Japanese garden in the neat and tidy village of St Mawgan, also, within walking distance was the best fruit scone with jam and cream in the whole of Cornwall. Good, and matched up by Marija's beef mince and lamb mince lasagne, sumptuous, and I lost two pounds in weight over the week.
Eden Project was blinking expensive, even if Jop paid for me. I don't remember it being an arm and a leg to get in, and it doesn't look like too much has changed. Six hours in driving rain to get home thanks to Andrews speedy driving.
And here is a poem from another time near clay pit country:
Breakout (Without Breakthrough)
Everywhere there is beauty
Then, from time to time
One steps into a quiet place
Where the light shines less brightly
Of course, by now
I choose not, that is by purpose
To visit the darkness too too often
But you know, love, love will have its way
Just as the moss grows
On the tarmacadam path
And the discarded leaves rot
Beside the forsaken branches
Could I say that there is room for two
On this fine and sturdy bench
Constructed from concrete and oak
Fixed to the floor with galvanised brackets
You may sit here, to listen to the river
Also to the aircraft overhead
Which may well once have returned you
To the place of your birth
