Long Mizzle Garden

 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...

Hello m' sunnies! Please bring tea and sunglasses.... The dry stone hedgerows bob with happy yellow heads. The roadside fields are brazen. Sometimes a distant golden patch shimmers like a mirage, appears to move around and is impossible to locate. The flower picker trucks, with their 'pickers wanted' signs, hold you up your way to and from Rosudgeon carboot sale, grrrrr.  We're talking daffodils.  These particular rows are not for picking - oh no - these bulbs are busy multiplying. Please, let them concentrate...   Scamp's daffodil field, Falmouth, Cornwall     All the pictures on today's post were taken one glorious sunny Sunday morning (27th March): a trip to Scamp's 14 acre daffodil field on the outskirts of Falmouth. Many thanks to the super helpful Adrian  (Scamp Junior) for welcoming us, and the fab Mylor Garden Club for organising.     In Britain, we can apparently thank the Romans for bringing the daffodil over. (Monty Python: What ...

Hello m' red carpet luvas, I know to do what we do, you gotta be able to take people heckling you over the garden wall, saying stuff like "eh, you've left your fog lights on your car", or "I saw I rat by the compost heap yesterday", deliberately distracting words such as "would you like some freshly baked chocolate beetroot cake". And you gotta be able to take it when people say you are crazy for talking to plants. In this business, you gotta have to be able to have people disrespecting you, saying the previous owners had the garden lawn looking all pristine and immaculate , and you gotta smile and you gotta pretend like its ok.  Well this is a beautiful moment. *I just want to say thank you to all you lovely readers for wishing me luck and .......  [cue over riding exit music]..... *Large portions stolen from Will Smith's 2022 Oscar Speech  Disclaimer: no real 'bitch slaps' were handed out in the making of this post. That's just s...