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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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.
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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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.Each year the villagers of the beautiful old harbour village of Mousehole in the far west of Cornwall, haul the boats from the harbour to fill the waters with floating pontoons of Christmas lights, dresses the ancient granite walls and welcoming the world to their tiny coastal community. Fundraising for the event will have started in the summer months and now for a few brief weeks they embody the spirit of Christmas.
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Autumn days are with us now but with the consolation of harvesting the sloe berries from the hedgerows to make Sloe Gin for a winter or Christmas treat. Sloe Gin is a delicious deep, dark, mellow liqueur, made from the fruits of the native Blackthorn trees that line the farm hedgerows. They just need a little time and patience (and nerves of steel if the truth be told) to penetrate the vicious sharp spines where the glossiest plumpest fruits are to be found. This autumn we’ve (I’m using a royal we there as it is actually Charles project and he has the scars to prove it!) made a batch of Sloe gin and read on for a simple recipe for a warming Christmas treat – allow a minimum of two months for it to mature. Continue reading “Autumn days and sloe gin” »
The very symbol of Festive celebrations has to be the Christmas tree filling the house with the gorgeous deep pine scent of the forest, glowing against the old slate flag stones of our hall.
Each year I take the selection of the Christmas tree very seriously indeed searching the local press and even peering over hedges to the small Christmas tree plantations that have sprung up in the small fields over the last few years.
This years selection was no exception and it created quite a stir with the cat and horse family as the prickly green monster arrived as they gently hibernated for winter to end! Continue reading “Oh Christmas Tree!” »
The days have sped by in a sort of twilight as we’ve approached the shortest day this week. Each day It has seemed it never become quite light , before dusk fell again and the birds silent for the night as we retreated indoors. This week I set up my alternative Christmas tree as we approach the Winter solstice and looked for a little bit of that special Christmas magic. Continue reading “Christmas magic and winter solstice” »