Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' golden Zeuses, A brief insight into the day in a life of an olmypic gardener...  1) I promise to Zeus that I have trained for the past ten months by doing as much tea drinking, seed planting and weeding as possible.  2) My fellow budding athletes and I paint our nails gold, silver and bronze, only to have them promptly destroyed by further outdoor sportsmanship (mostly trampolining and dirt digging). 3) A succulent shrine is constructed as an offering to Zeus. (The creature is a nod to Athena's mechanical owl, in the 1981 film Clash of the Titans) 4) Poseidon, annoyed at all the attention Zeus is getting with the Games, angrily brandishes his trident. Together they battle out in the bay, where sea meets sky, thus creating Storm Evert. Despite my frantic attempts to stake the sunflowers in torrential rain, one sunflower is defeated in the 70 miles per hour howling winds. Two ancient urns take a tumble, but recover.  5) We hear a rumour that Poseidon is resid...

 Hello m' ansums, "Why have you brought us to a pit!!!" cackled my eldest daughter, when she saw the sign for 'Gwennap Pit'. "Why not?" I retorted. She wanted a mystery road tour and this was our second scheduled stop (the first being a play park with zip wire). With UK lockdown easing, the incoming visitors can have the beaches, buckets of ice-cream and waiting mutant seagulls . Maybe only walkers, Poldark lovers and the odd weirdo know of the joy of pits. Busveal Chapel, built 1836 Gwennap Pit is a funny old place. We drove through steeply climbing narrow lanes, closely edged with dry stone walls and fields full of horses and gypsy caravans. An unassuming wooden sign post initially marks the spot, which could be easily missed.   This welcome sign reads 'for GOD is here', not 'for COD is here' as I misread. There's a metal entrance gate by the small whitewashed chapel. A path with some World Heritage  information boards leads to ste...