We’ve experienced life with The Beast from the East here in West Cornwall for the last couple of days and gosh it’s cold! But it was a chance to see our normally sub tropical garden in a very new light and so I took a few snaps in between rescuing our horses from the blizzards that swept across our corner of Cornwall.
I must admit I was excited at the prospect of a rare snowfall here in West Cornwall over the last weeks. A dusting of those magical icy crystals does add an adventurous spice to our normally subtropical climate and when I opened the front door on the predicted morning? Well there was definitely a powdery dusting of the white magic clothing the Parterre in the Courtyard but I don’t think we had been transported to Narnia!
I must admit to being a reluctant January gardener this month – perhaps it was too much Christmas but somehow the prospect of a left over box of Christmas chocs. and afternoon screening of Father Brown won me over instead!
And yet somehow the garden got on with “making spring” all on its own, bursting into life with a flurry of vibrant Narcissus who have been waiting for twelve months for their very own stage show in which to shine and an exotic Aloe has been fascinating in the Italian Garden
Today I’d like to share three of our favourite walks with you – just snaps and impressions but wonderful memories that I’ve treasured over the years.
When a fabulously bright and sunny day dawns in wintertime, the Cornish have a special name for it: – “A day lent from summer” and those balmy sun filled days are perfect for walking in Cornwall and of course making wonderful memories along the way.
Over the years we’ve walked the coastal footpath around the peninsular from Perranuthnoe to Land’ End and then around to St Ives in easy stages and they were a powerful tool in making the winter seem shorter and now, looking back through our albums storing memories to treasure for a lifetime.
The perfect arc of golden sands of Porthminster beach marks the true gateway to St Ives just below the railway station and a short stroll from the bustling harbour.
As a popular beach, the soft sands of Porthminster have a charming back drop of manicured sub tropical gardens that in turn give way to the wooded slopes that artfully concealing the little railway that ferries visitors along the edge of the bay from Lelant Saltings to St Ives.
Porthminster beach is a smaller, more intimate beach than the Carbis Bay Beach that we visited just before Christmas but with same stunning views across St Ives Bay to the famous Godrevy lighthouse immortalised in Virginia Wolfe’s book “To the Lighthouse”
.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.
As the cooler, shorter autumn days set in, so a silent cue for Hygge is whispered through the household. Hygge – that useful, unpronounceable, new word that has crept into decorating speak these days and signals cosy-time to start in the house again.
I’ve started gently here at Ednovean Farm, searching out comfortable plump new cushions for the Blue bedroom’s pretty French bed and retrieving warm quilts and faux fur throws for shelves and cupboards to dress the beds again in our own vintage style before sadly putting the fresh white summer covers away for the winter months ahead.
Ah goodbye September and with it the summer days as autumn calls and the year mellows. The autumn solstice – those mysterious harbingers of our year intoned by the weather men has passed us by and yet the life of the garden continues.
This September the garden has continued to thrive here at Ednovean Farm, with the native hedgerow, that helps the garden melt into the countryside providing an unexpected bounty of juicy black Sloes berries that tempted us to make some Sloe Gin for Christmas.
We checked out the the National Dahlia collection for you too, as the month has drawn to a close, to enjoy the final autumn blooms of September, upon the recommendation of one of our Bed and Breakfast guests – and did I buy one – read on!? Continue reading “September garden diary – is autumn calling?” »
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” »
Ah the blousy days of summer – those hot July days that fades into long summer evening. July’s days so full of promises and long forgotten dreams that you hope they will go on for ever. This month the memories formed in the July garden will fill winter musings, as we sit by the fire, pull out a snuggly throw and turn on the telly or find a good book.
If you have been following my facebook posts on our Bed and Breakfast page you’ll have seen some of my snaps taken in the golden glow of those summer evenings that are such a perfect time to explore the garden and the coup of the Agapanthus on the lower gravel terrace. So join me for memories of July’s blousy days and dreamy evening here in the gardens at Ednovean Farm in my latest garden diary. Continue reading “Garden diary – July’s blousy days” »