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Electrical crystal recharging

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Just a quick one today m' crystal gazers, Following my recent illegal island grab*  (see here ), and another couple of camping trips, I temporarily landed back at my beloved Longmizzle just in time for autumn.  The garden feels neglected and confused. The Rhododendron is in flower and my poor pumpkins have split due to a September heatwave. *I was forceably removed by the authorities that be. In other weird phenomena news... During the heatwave we saw hundreds of Crystal Jellyfish washed up at Coverack Cove. A rare site to see in the UK, they glow in the dark and aimlessly float with the warm tides.  Crystal Jellyfish - Coverack Cove, Cornwall (9th September 2023) There was a strange static energy hovering in the air. That night an almighty electrical storm struck, with forked lightening and the loudest thunder I have ever encountered. The earth beneath the tent shook. By morning, rather than feeling tired through lack of sleep, I felt super charged by jump leads.      Can you spo

Island life land grab

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  Where hath that Lulu of Longmizzle been hiding out? It is a question the long suffering Monsieur often wonders at the weekends. Weirdly he has an app that tracks her beautiful bobbing bonce. Sometimes her big head mistakenly appears floating in areas over the English Channel, miles from land. On other occasions, the app correctly locates the elusive one.  Welcome to Island Life!  St Michael's Mount, Cornwall   St Michael's Mount garden is now closed to the public until next spring.  Saint Lulu can kick back with a drone delivered Friday night Kakahari curry and choice cold cider.  From a towering tower, she keeps a stern eye on the mainland peasants trying to reach the mount via the tidal causeway. Some are brazen enough to roll their trousers up to their knees for the crossing. These cheap flints simply cannot afford the ferry crossing. Soggy pockets lead to soggy Lidl receipts. Ferry crossers maintain their Waitrose receipt integrity. Before her Knighting and Big Lotto win

There's no place like home

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Eh up ducks, A super quick bloggy post today. Gritty life and endless rain seem to have been getting in the way of gardening. Monsieur got me a new tent for my birthday. It's a great improvement on my old festival tent that only qualifies as 'three man capacity' if packed like sardines. The new one has a living room area with windows and a porch canopy at the front. We even put some bunting up. Posh tent heaven!  Moodiness over Long Mizzle Fed up with the constant foreboding weather forecast and restricted time off from work, I decided to brave it and take the kids on an outing on the Lizard, Cornwall's rugged southern peninsula. Little did we know Storm Betty was ominously approaching. On the advise of an old camping mad school friend,  I had pre-ordered some serious pegs and extra guy ropes (cross storm peg revelation - thanks Shauno!). Some old tights were joined together and and used to strap our tent either side to the base of nearby low growing trees.  Rainy day d

A day trip 'abroad'

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 Hello m' seafaring saints, The girls were desperate for a summer holiday adventure. One morning at breakfast I said -  "Right, we're going abroad! Pack your rucksacks." We promptly headed down to Falmouth's Prince of Wales pier & hopped on the 10:30 yellow ferry *. This took us across Falmouth bay and twenty minutes later we arrived at St Mawes harbour. The littlest one did actually believe we were in France. If only going abroad was that effortless & cheap!  * £10 adult return/ children go free on this one.   After a walk up and down by the immaculately painted seafront houses and a peek in the church hall charity sale, manned by the plumiest (we're talking King Charles' Camilla here) but loveliest two ladies, it was time for an early lunch at the harbour bakery.  "Why is everyone so friendly here?" the girls asked. We sat eating our pasties, watching the paddle boarders, sail school kids and daft swimming dogs. Then onward to my ulter