What’s a thing you were completely obsessed with as a kid?
My brother gave me a book one Christmas it was an encyclopedia of Animals.I gave it to his son years later as he was obsessed the same way I was with animals.
It was a great book and I used to pick it up to read it and look at the pictures.That along with Jaques Cousteau was probably my main interest in life.
I once spotted a cricket in the grass and my dad said that I was a budding naturalist.I was very pleased with myself.
Weather is being kind to us ,very sunny. However still have bird scarers and possibly people shooting vermin or seagulls around about us and Tedi wants to go inside the caravan when he hears it .It’s better than sitting in the car (which is also his safe place) but which would get too hot.
However Tedi forgot about all the noise and had a wonderful walk this morning with his girlfriend a lovely brown lurcher She is besotted with him and he with her.Unfortunately she is going home today.
Tedi and her had the chance to a play in the dog field with her very jealous brother (grey lurcher) and Tedi totally forgot about the surround a sound shooting.
We went to St Agnes for an evening walk and we began to realize ,perhaps dogs aren’t as loving and innocent as we think.Well they aren’t known for being able to read,and they are supposed to look after their owners Aren’t they,?
I have the photographic evidence.Tedi doesn’t really like the water and waves and tends to run up the beach with his ball.Fair enough but to drop it right under a DANGER sign and then walk off and expect us to go and pick the ball up,while he heads for the road off the beach.Here’s the photographic evidence.
I’m off Dad!
That takes the dog biscuit!
Maybe it was his way of saying I don’t like the wavy water, or perhaps he’s miffed about something else.Who knows?
Wishing that we were to be buried under a cliff fall is a bit naughty isn’t it? I’m sure he’d miss us. Or perhaps he has other plans.
What’s the most interesting local custom you’ve encountered?
Well in the Wilds of Cornwall, practicalities take over from grand gestures.
So “we have no fish as it’s Saturday night and we don’t open again until Thursday” seems quite rational to the village fish and chip shop..To angry from Essex, I’m not so sure.
Still this is the pace of life and why worry?I was next in the queue and was told “we have no fish”
but I said
” I just want chips”.
Smiles all around and lovely chips they were along with the free gravy as they had also ran out of curry sauce.
My partner loved the gravy so much he declined to share and he isn’t normally like that.We will have to go back for gravy and chips again.
Another custom I’ve noticed on the camp site is letting the meadow daisies have as long a life as possible.Once a camper has had their stay, they normally mow the grass. but when it’s quiet,the grass has a chance to grow and the daisies too.And very pretty they looked.
Penzance has significant roadworks at the moment ,the road from Newlyn to the centre of Penzance being closed.
It meant a lot of walking to get where we wanted to go,and also everyone seemed to stop serving meals at 3pm.So we found a small café that did plates.Sweet Potato Soup and some bread.
We still had a way to walk and we ended up in the main shopping street, it was quarter to five and the shops were closing.Warren’s Bakery was selling their left over pasties at half price and I needed a toilet break.
We ended up sitting outside drinking a tea.I noticed a young man with pink and black hair walking across the road.He dropped a piece of paper and didn’t notice.He kept on walking straight by us and I got up and realized he’d dropped a ten pound note.
The man was going at some pace +but my partner caught him and gave him the money.Result, it could have been the chaps bus fare or whatever.The fact he had pink hair helped.
Nice weather again which is fortuitous. Lovely morning ,field shower and coffee and tea. Decided on a visit to Penzance and the Lido.
Me swimming between two wetsuiters
So there you go.I swam in the cold water in my swimsuit.The girl selling the tickets said it was 16 degrees with the warmth of the sun.
I really couldn’t tell what the temperature was.It always takes me about five minutes to get used to. My shoulders and back feel it most when I finally submerge . No dolphinesque diving for me.It was fine.Though I seem to be the only one in my family willing to do it.
I still feel the benefits this morning and slept really well..I also have a general lifting in mood.
The geothermal pool (body temp water)was full people definitely prefer warm water. I think they are missing out on a lot of benefits.
The first five minutes of” will I won’t I ‘are so funny By the time you finally submerge most of your body is numb anyway.
One word of warning ,the back of my left thigh began to cramp,so I kept near the handrail and within sight of the lifeguards.It recovered and I did my front crawl for a short time.I just don’t like the water on my face.Will need to practice that more.My breast stroke is pants as it feels like my left leg hangs back and it’s my shoulders doing all the work and I never move forward very far. Still I suppose it looks like I’m treading water.
If you had to describe your ideal life, what would it look like?
Perhaps the Holy Grail is a Giant ” L” ,floating in the sky, being worshipped by powerful microscopes and televised internationally by even more powerful Media Monopolies, who sell the images on subscription to the masses.
The premium subscription offers the ‘L” glint where the sun lands on the “L” shape and briefly ignites an array of colours that stimulate the human eye.
To those of us without the subscription.We simply have no Idea as we’ll never see the “L”.
Those with ordinary and premium subscriptions think we are missing out and will never understand the ideal as we cannot appreciate the magnificent colours.
We however see plenty of colours in the World and can live with or without the “L”. I suppose we have an idea.
Really nice weather in the morning.Little Nipper was enticed out of the caravan because he loves sunbathing. Placing a few cushions in the middle of his blanket and he couldn’t resist coming out and being with us .The wind direction had changed, so the bird scarer didn’t seem so loud.
It wasn’t until mid afternoon that there were some loud bangs and he got fractious.
So he didn’t want to stay out and was happy to go in and lie on the bed.Admittedly he had a lovely afternoon nap,
Decided on a walk in the evening to Hollywell Bay.
Little Nipper and I had a paddle and ran along the beach for a short way.
The video made me smile.
I saw a video recently of a dog who climbed trees and made some pretty scary descents.The dog in the video went very high on the rocks and as you can see watched by me and my dog(as usual very concerned) made a very steep descent and landed in the water.Only to spring back up,ready for more adventure.
No the concert wasn’t “There is a Pattern”…..I’ve just realized that the three live concerts I enjoyed most were (in no order of preference) Joan Armatrading,Annie Lennox and Susan Vega.
The pattern with those is brilliant lyrical song writing and fantastic vocal renditions. It’s obviously what I like.
The crazy obsession with massive venues and big productions really isn’t my thing.
Thanks to Erin Keller in Ohio and The Independent Online for the Headline
I was sad to see that Del Monte had gone out of business, a well established Company forced to close it’s canneries as there is lack of demand for their tinned products.
Although a Company called Pacific Coast Producers were able to take some of the the crop of peaches grown by the multi-generational Californian producers , it still left 50,000 tonnes of peaches without a buyer and as a result the only possible solution is to destroy the peach trees and grow an alternative crop instead.
Who would have thought that there was insufficient demand for peaches. Kind of sad really. Couldn’t they freeze dry them?
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