Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' whistling kettles, It has been many years since I've been down to the precise point where Restronguet Creek becomes the seaward Carrick Roads. The thatched roofed pub and its jetty are still there, busy with beer, ice cream and tourists. The swans are still there on the shaley beach, nipping at the fresh water outlet, gurgling it down by extending their necks. The million pound houses are still there, in prime position. Their boundary signs seem to have got somewhat angrier : 'Private land', 'Do Not Enter', 'Closed Circuit Television in Operation'.. but further along the path... is something altogether more interesting than the ostentatious lawns and oversized cars...   A little more off the beaten track... Hidden behind a wild hedge, wooded and steeply tumbling down to the creek.. glimpses of a wonderful barge boat garden.  Thank goodness for signs of good old fashioned bohemian living -   Even the garden gate sign seems nicer somehow - 'O...

 Hello m' spokey dokeys, Well I'm feeling muscles on muscles after today.  The muggy, morning mizzle didn't stop me joining my folks on one of their Devoran to Twelveheads, Bissoe bike rides. You can tell I'm out of practice as I'm missing my helmet, lycra pants and sweat bands. Although I had a token 'exercise jacket' on, I felt a splash of fluorescent yellow was needed. So I made an impromptu shower cap from a waterproof bag cover... and suddenly looked like an authentic cycling tw*t . Fashion faux pas by Carnon Viaduct  Just look at that triumphant viaduct in the background! Part of the Truro to Falmouth Maritime railway line, the original granite Brunel pillars were simply left in situ when the new one was built. You can read more about Brunel's relics in a previous post here.   (I also spot that Mike has posted about a great walk by the Luxulyan Viaduct, over in China Clay country here ) Why people choose to go and sit all day long on a golden sandy...