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...

 Hello m' ice pops, I'm still meant to be revising, so this is officially a naughty post! But what's that Jack Nicholson line from The Shining? - 'All work and no play makes Jack a Dull Boy' . Topiary and typewriter aside, I have made a nice coffee and have a few pictures to share if you'd like to join me... Sunny but frosty morning over Long Mizzle   Below is one of Witches Balls that protect the Dahlia bed from crapping cats. Witches Balls originate from 18th Century Britain. They were hung in windows, to ward off evil spirits.   The nasturtiums finally succumbed to the frost after taking this photo - The ground is too frozen to work here. A good excuse for another cuppa and some biscuits. The top patio is always warmer, perfect for potting duties - Some stray crocus bulbs were found lurking behind the greenhouse.   Ol' Glass Eyed Mumrah made this pot. She went through a ceramics craze in the late 80s. Just looking at it brings back happy memories, sitting...

 Hello m' early springy pops,   In a momentary lull of rain this week, a couple of garden tasks were tackled (full details in next post). This, in addition to an epic welly walk, has ensured we've had a good dose of fresh air and vitamin D. Making the most of our once-daily-allowed-exercise-outing, we picked a sunny afternoon to follow  Penryn's Nature Trail . It is an absolute gem of a walk and we had tremendous fun, even if we did get caught in a couple of hailstone storms.  The start of the trail is best experienced by finding the hidden 'ope' (narrow alleyway) between two historic Penryn town houses on St Thomas Street. Lovely as it is, we cheated and skipped this section by joining the trail from behind the Methodist church.    At this time of year wellies are essential, and even then the eldest sprog managed to get a boot stuck in the mud, and landed sock down whilst we cackled with laughter. Luckily I always carry spare socks, pants & leggings...