Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' sandy cracks,    Gunwalloe Church Cove Beach, Cornwall The summer has flown by in a haze of heat and mischief.  As I type, the finest patio petrichor fills the garden. Its perfume filters through the window. Parched grass greedily sucks up today's rainfall. Together we eagerly await the autumn mists, steady mizzle and kite flying breeze. I've been busy catching up with old friends and have spent my 'holiday' with local days out and a little camping trip with the kids. Surely stargazing, sea swimming and cream teas must be the remedy for all modern day evils. A dry stone Cornish wall by Dollar Cove - thus named as silver dollars were washed ashore following the wrecking of a Portuguese ship in the 17th Century. Not a topless Poldark in sight - which is a good thing. Let's face it, he's a bit of a tw*t isn't he?!   A short walk away, tucked between a wild expanse of sand dunes and rocky outcrop: St Winwaloe's Church. 1332 is the earliest ment...

 Al'reet m' chiefs,   Of course the title's a play on a line in the 1975 film Jaws - 'We're gonna need a bigger boat'. Before I get onto pots, I'd like to share a little outing, and perhaps some boats... It's been an action packed week off and now I'm feeling like I need extra time to recover! One highlight was going over to the north coast with the kiddiwinkles and ancient ones.   The Fern Pit Cafe on the edge of Newquay, overlooks the River Gannel and Crantock beach. If I ever I think Long Mizzle's split levels are challenging, I think of the heavenly steep cliff side garden that tumbles down from the cafe to the boathouse and footbridge below. Above: Red Valerian (Centrranthus ruber) Unfortunately the steps, boathouse and footbridge were closed off on the day we visited. I have many fond memories of spending whole dusty summer days as a child, mucking about crab fishing, then walking back up the endless steps for an ice cold strawberry m...