The gentle weeks of winter seem to speed by us now and I love the soft muted colours at this time of the year as somebody remarked on Google+ “It is just a matter of editing your colour palette” Each day as we exercise the horses (and a horse is great for looking over those Cornish hedges!) I look down over the broad sweeping valleys interspersed with those particularly short rounded trees of Cornwall made magical in the low angles of the light and hinting back to older landscapes. They seem to huddle in the sheltered crevices of the contours before the land sweeps broadly up again to the bracken covered hills. This week was St Hilary Feast and the hounds were paraded in Goldsithney as they had always been but somehow we hadn’t expected to see them when we set out for a ride with Danni our Spanish Stallion and Archie his first son – danni is looking slightly concerned as you can see but happy to stop to chat before we continued on our way deeper into the Cornish countryside.
As one of the first gales of autumn tossed the country with its half spent force, we stole a few minutes for an afternoon walk from Perranuthnoe along the bridle path towards Trenow Cove. The low Cornish banks are laced with bronzed brackens now but somehow this year it looks a celebration of the countryside after our long warm Autumn. Even the garlands of berries seem to look forward towards the winter as a final legacy of our gorgeous summer. Continue reading “An autumn walk to Trenow Cove” »