As shortest day approaches inevitably there are days when it really doesn’t seem to get truly light at all. Winter can bring us gloomy numpty days of dull half light and moody shadows but Cornwall has the perfect antidote to these days – an escape to the sea. Walk along the sea shore as white rimmed waves dissolve at your feet amongst fleeting scats of foam and you will feel invigorated and renewed. On the beach the light is magnified as it bounces off of the water, the gulls’ wheal overhead in their eternal dance with the breeze shrieking their defiance to the waves and more importantly for us the gift of negative ions to lift the mood and soothe the soul.
I think it is one of the pleasures of this time of year is to stroll about the garden without thinking too much about the work there is to be done just enjoying the gentle, velvety soft colours of autumn at Ednovean.
I can still plan though and delight in the new bulbs and Echiums that are starting to show – little promises of a season beyond the winter days to come, that I hope in turn will bring pleasure to our spring Bed and Breakfast guests.
The golden days of autumn have begun to fade now, slipping inexorably towards the beginning of winter and as the days have grown shorter I have started to make small adjustments to our home searching for cosy new throws for our bedrooms and extra candles to shimmer on the Breakfast table to brighten the winter days ahead. Little winter treats but maybe these three simple ideas will inspire you to tackle the days ahead as winter arrives.
If you are planning to visit just one fishing village in Cornwall then make it Cadgwith sheltering in the lea of the most southerly point of The Lizard.
There is a timeless air about the glorious jumble of thatched cottages hugging the slipway to the sea where the fishing boats lay on the shingle beach waiting for the tide, just as they always have been over the centuries.
Two rough hewn granite posts topped by jaunty ovoid boulders mark the entrance to Cadgwith giving it a sense of stepping back in time to a carefully guarded community unchanging with the centuries.
I’ve come to treasure the changing face of autumn in the garden – the mellow shades of gold and russet that deck the leaves, the low subtle light and the ever-changing skies.
Now is the time for planning a little bit for the promise of warmer days to come when winter gives way to spring, by filling pots with new bulbs. Continue reading “The changing face of Autumn in the garden” »
We visited St Ives at last this week and found summer seemed to linger on within the bustling streets and thronged harbour even though it was late in October.
The bustling tourist destination of St Ives is so different from the quiet, laid back, world of Mounts Bay and so we eased ourselves gently into the visit by taking the Train from Lelant Saltings. The train runs from here about every thirty minutes so there is never long to wait and the ten minute journey has spectacular views
We made a long planned visit to St Michael’s Mounts this week, finally taking advantage of the gentler pace of life that arrives with autumn in Cornwall. Autumn is such a special time of year – the days are still warm and those special spots are far less crowded – just right for a visit in fact!
St Michael’s Mount has an ancient Cornish name – “Karrek Loos yn Koos” referring back to a time before the swampy forest in what is now Mounts Bay was submerged under the seas. The journey to the St Michael’s Mount today encompasses the long history beginning with the pagan legends of giants, with a causeway at low tide that follows a pilgrim’s path towards a monastic island where the archangel St Michael’ was said to have appeared to the fishermen.
Autumn days brings those glorious days of bright sunshine and cool clear air, days of racing waves trailing plumes of vapour and the thoughts of cosy warm suppers tucked beside the ancient inglenook of a pub high on the moors.
The country lanes are filled with tawny leaves drifting underfoot, the high warm banks dressed in russet bracken now with rich red berries spangling the hedgerows occasionally I meet the occasional walkers clasping an Ordnance Survey map in lanes softly enveloped by autumn at its best.
The changing pace of life of the autumn has finally given us a chance to purge the debris generated by “The Beast from the East with bonfires sending lazy plumes of smoke up into the air.
The clock of the seasons is ever turning, bringing the mists of autumn to gently shroud the garden and with it the morning dew to spangle the lawns. With the change of the seasons the scent of the sea has come back to us at Ednovean, along with the rhythmic music of the waves to our ears.
August and September have brought the familiar markers of the gardening year in the faithful cycle of the seasons, as summer slips away again to meet the next landmark of our gardening days the autumn equinox.
“Away down to Lamorna” is chorus of a famous Cornish song and I had forgotten just how beautiful Lamorna Valley was, until we drove down through the valley to the harbour again this week.
The tinge of autumn was yet to touch the luscious green of the all enveloping trees in this sheltered valley and summer lingered on for a perfect late autumn day.
We had planned a lunch at the Lamorna Wink before a visit to Chygurno Gardens on one of its last open days before the winter. As the season slips from summer to autumn we’ve already revisited several gardens this year – gardens that we first visited when planning our own gardens and we previously visited the terraced Gardens of Chygurno back in about 2000 just as the first Tree Ferns were planted.