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.
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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.
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Perhaps it was the right time this week to light the first candle of Christmas In our hall at Ednovean Farm, just ahead of the terrible news from Paris and in blissful ignorance. With the recent events of the weekend, some of the joy has gone now but the comforting glow lives one and the hope of time honoured rituals.
This week I’ve looked for the time honoured rituals of Christmas that start now in November when the first of the festive lights will start to glow with the promise of peace and goodwill and the mighty flower garland of Cotehele will be lifted again celebration of the season.
And at Ednovean? we start our own more homely run up to Christmas
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