I think I fell in love with the garden again this morning. The lines of newly emerged pampas plumes became almost iridescent in the morning sunshine in an ever repeating pattern marching down the garden and I was once again instantly smitten by their quiet majesty. This month’s photos were inspired by the play of light and dappled shadows around the garden and of course the beautiful blue of the sea that frames our days here at Ednovean farm. Continue reading “The September garden” »
We visited Boscawen-un stone circle again this week mainly because Charles love to photograph the ancient Cornish landmarks and at one point he had built up a fairly good collection but it was sadly lost down a crack of the computer never to be seen again. The years have gone by and a return visit to Boscawen –un, a well preserved stone circle came to the top of our to-do list at last and the other afternoon we had a couple of hours to spare and so we set off!
We drove along the Penzance to Land’s End road, peering to our left for a small footpath entrance and small lay-by to park in just prior to Crows-an-Wra . Bingo!! We spotted a kissing gate with Boscawen-un carved into one of the posts! Lucy Landrover was left to look after herself all alone except for the traffic speeding towards Land’s End and we set off in the autumn sunshine along a broad, grassy, path. Continue reading “A visit to Boscawen-un stone circle” »
We made a trip to Prussia Cove today – it wasn’t planned but we woke up to such a fabulous morning here in West Cornwall. As i opened the curtains I spotted high thready cloud across Mounts Bay floating in front of Penzance and a silky smooth sea at first light from my kitchen window and knew it would be a special day.
A special day but a busy day too, so it was a nice surprise to find we had a couple of hours to spare and so for once we used the ar and drove the five minutes along the road to explore Prussia Cove instead of walking the coastal footpath to the sea. Continue reading “A visit to Prussia Cove” »
My September diary of travels with lucy Land Rover.
You see, we only have a couple of hours to spare most days and the bright fresh days at the beginning of the month were perfect to set off out and about to explore beyond Penzance – with the help of Lucy Land Rover of course!. Charles loves to visit the numerous Neolithic and early Bronze Age sites in West Cornwall and I love to see the Cornish heathland clothed in the vibrant swathes of heather and gorse at this time of the year and so it was an easy decision to combine the two, while choosing places within easy striking distance of Ednovean Farm and Penzance. This week we visited Men an Tol – a holed healing stone and the stone circles of Tregeseal and Nine Maidens and the Ballowall Barrow overlooking the spectacular coastline at Cape Cornwall Continue reading “A September diary visits to Men an Tol, Tregeseal and Nine Maidens stone circles” »
As I walked across the dew laden lawn this morning to feed the mares I heard the lazy flop of the waves landing on the shore from the beach far below and realised that the season was subtly moving onwards. So for my final garden diary for August I’ve explored the different garden areas from the sheltered formal courtyards to the sweeping lawns; from the pathways that weave their way through the plants or meander into a tiny clearing; from a small froth of frou frou flowers to the elegant spare architectural shapes. This month I’ve tried to capture a little of the atmosphere of the living breathing garden as it progresses through the seasons. Continue reading “Ednovean Farm’s garden in August” »
The lure of the heath lands vivid now, with purple heathers and bright yellow gorse proved too much today and we set out beyond Penzance to follow the road towards St Just. I mentioned in my last blog the lure of the fabulous autumn on the sweep of the Penwith moors is not to be missed now and I’d heard of a spot, quite near to Cot Valley with an amazing depth of colours. Well that shouldn’t be hard to find should it? Continue reading “A visit to Cot Valley” »