It is extraordinary how very often it is those sudden unexpected glimpses of the sea that are the most exciting – particular markers in our journeys and hints of a day to come. Rather like the tantalising first ones I used to have on a tediously long childhood car journeys chanting “are we there yet!” until my beleaguered parents set me to scanning the countryside for the first tantalising glimpse of a blue, the first glimpse of the sea is somehow rather special. This week two although we live within sight of it these days two special glimpses of the sea have stayed in my mind to share with you for this week’s blog
This morning I thought it might be better to dream of the summer days ahead – of days when I can just listen to the bees buzzing as the scent to lavender fills the air. To dream of summer days once more when the courtyard garden fills with lazy warmth of the sun…
This month I’d like to show you the changes the setting of Ednovean Farm has seen as it evolved from the combination of a Farmyard, a sand ménage and open field to the sub tropical gardens that you will find surrounding our home today.
I must admit it was searching through our photo box for some pre digital photos for our website “about us” page that inspired this first blog of the New Year. So some of the snaps today are pro photos that used to be used for publicity, before moving on to my usual more relaxed snaps that I usually share with you.
As it is quite a big garden now I’ve concentrated on the first “beginnings” when we started work to remodel the old farmyard near to the house into a series of Mediterranean inspired courtyard spaces.
I spent a happy hour or so walking under the ribbon of lights that canopied Fore Street in St Ives and made a lasting memory of Christmas magic on an evening spent with friends!
We parked above the town and took one of those mammoth runs of granite steps that snake down to the sea guided by and ex-st-ives-ite who knew the footpaths well and we emerged seamlessly quite near to the town centre to follow a single line of lights as it lead towards the harbour, just as the lightest of drizzles started to fall.
Our Christmas tree is set up in the Dining room and it has spread its own rich distinctive scent throughout the house – doesn’t it bring back such wonderful, nostalgic memories of so many Christmases long passed, when that evocative scent starts to drift through the air again each year.
I’d love to wish you a wonderful Christmas time and thank you for popping by to read my blog over the year before I show you a little bit of Ednovean Farm at Christmas time.
Last night the doughty old town of Penzance was glowing, bathed in Christmas lights and with the very essence of an old fashioned nostalgic Christmas, so join me for a stroll along the old timeworn flagstones under a thousand twinkly lights.
I think there’s something special about Christmas in a Penzance – a town that has stood almost unchanged through the centuries that has seen so many Christmases’ come and go like the tide in its harbour.
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 there is even a special word for it Hygge.
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.