“There is something very comforting about a summers’ evening in Cornwall” Charles remarked tonight as we sat in the garden and he’s right – there is something quintessentially British about sitting in the fading light as a long summer evening meets the night. It brings those half remembered impressions of past summers back to the forefront of our memories– those symbols that say summer in big bold letters. The chiming of a church clock perhaps, or the golden light of early evening, maybe anticipating the prospect of barbeques on the beach –all these things add up to summer days that stretch on seemingly forever as unbelievable we approach the longest day of the year.
I always wonder where the days have gone as we look at another marker of the year – the longest day, the zenith of summer and I’m not ready to let summer go yet – surely the glass is still half full. The warm days, the sea lapping gently on the beach and even shedding those woolly layers of winter jumpers, they all spell the carefree days of summer.
The other evening I walked around our garden at Ednovean farm and took a few snaps in the fading light of the mellow borders and today I thought I would share the special silent closing of the day and a little memories of a summer evening in Cornwall at the same time.