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Cornwall Day Eleven-Part 2 (Falmouth Sour Figs)

No I didn’t go to some trendy health food restaurant.We saw these flowers growing at the edge of the sea down a long embankment. They covered nearly all the ground and leading down to the rocks they looked very appealing.

Bit of research though  and they are unfortunately an invasive species originating from the South of Africa and will wipe out the natural fauna which grow in the area.They are also a contributor to Coastal Erosion,as they have short roots and take up a lot of water for their luscious foliage.

They may have spread in the 1600’s through increased trade or they could have proliferated in the 1900’s escaping from gardens which had used them as hardy ground coverage plant

They are very pretty though.

They are best removed by hand and then covered in mulch to prevent their return,and I got the impression that this was being done probably by volunteers because for such a hardy plant, they simply weren’t everywhere.

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Cornwall Day Eleven (Trendy Falmouth)

My sister is staying in Falmouth for a week ,so we decided to visit her and spend some time there.

This egret has found a lovely spot to fish and has lost it’s fear of people as it was quite happy to pose for  photographs.

Bit sad . Obviously with the gulf stream climate cactii can be grown and displayed in streets and parks in Falmouth.Why oh why would anyone carve out messages and names on the plants and make them look so unsightly.

Nice view of the castles connected with the area

Little Cornish Spider

We were lucky with the journey cross country as there seems to be staggered road closures all across the smaller roads leading to  Falmouth.Took us forty minutes going there and about 30 minutes going back.

Tedi diverted from missing his little brown lurcher/whippet and as usual enjoyed seeing a new place, new smells and different things to see and of course the fresh  Chicken my sister gives him as treats.

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To rate or berate,that is the question.

Who are some underrated people in history?

Underrated, well that is a pecking tall order.

History, who writes it ?And who decides what is important and worth noting.

The originators of our written records are not always motivated by the facts ,sometimes as in the case of a lot of Greco-Romano poets and writers it’s the story (fake news) or character assassination that is important.

So the underrated are the ones who were there, who lived through the stupidity and the skullduggery and somehow survived to pass their genes into the next generation.Surely they made us what we are today.

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Cornwall Day Ten (Tedi broken hearted)

The brown lurcher has gone home.Tedi doesn’t understand.He stares out the window wistfully(where they both stared at each other).

When her owners caravan was towed back into storage he whimpered.Try explaining that that means they’ll be coming back.

Had to have a lot of tummy rubs and company,but still goes out and sniffs where she was in the hope he’ll see her.

Forlorn sad dog.Where is she?

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Perspective and Creativity

What are the biggest benefits of minimalist living?

No one knows all these answers yet we are bombarded by information.

Take a step back,remove the noise and understand what you do need to live.

Suddenly it all makes sense. Pare it back, turn off notifications and look at what you can do not at what others tell you,you cannot do.

There is hope and meaning in filling a kettle.

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Animals

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.

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Cornwall Day Nine( Dog Romance  ,Danger  and Dog Motives)

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.

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The Tide Coming in.

Could have waited longer but I didn’t want to get my feet wet.

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Cornwall Day Eight(A Field of Daisies and The Fish and Chip Shop with no Fish)

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.

Daisies

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Cornwall Day Seven (The dropped ten pound note)

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.

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