To honour 50 years of BBC2 here is a picture of one man and his dog
For those who are reading in another country or are confused, let me explain. One Man and his Dog was a BBC2 institution, a cult TV programme that showed sheepdog trials but that gradually lost favour. It now has a second life within the BBC Countryfile programme.
To watch the 2010 champion click here
Its been a great few days at the chalet (although as I write the rain has come in). We arrived to blue skies and straight away got to work on the garden. You may notice in the picture below that I’ve had to tie the palm both sides to secure it from winds in all directions. Its looking very sorry for itself but we are keeping optimistic.
You can see below that a lot of the older leaves are looking stressed (yellow) and weather beaten (split) but the new growth – and I do think there is new growth – is looking good (but what do I know).
I promise I wont post anymore pictures of palm in distress but will certainly let you know if a full recovery happens.
Once the garden had been tended and weeded I could get all the bedding washed and out on the line. That has to be one of my all time favourite smells, getting into a bed when the linen has been dried outside. Once it was all out I sat on the driftwood bench in the back with a cup of tea letting the sun warm my face. Then we headed for the beach and I took some photos of the Freathy wreak that has been exposed since the winter storms, which to be honest is a whole blog in itself so I will upload them and post in a couple of days.
Yesterday was the Freathy Easter Fair and some excellent scones and cream were eaten. Stalls were inspected for bric a brac and I bought a walking stick for 50p, not because I need it but you never know it will be helpful for climbing up the cliff some day. I also bought a tub of wild flower seeds collected from locally grown plants to plant in the newly tended garden. There was a tombola and an auction and best of all an Easter bonnet parade. Here they are putting on the final touches
We barbequed a huge piece of pork, drank a glass of Sauvignon blanc and watched the sun go down (very quickly) on the horizon. Hope everyone is having a great holiday weekend.
Today’s lunch was actually a breakfast, not because we slept in but because the Cliff Top Cafe do a great all day breaky.
I took teenage son along and we sat in the window and we pushed the boat out and had homemade cake to follow.
Refugi Lieptgas is a holiday cabin in the Swiss Alps designed by Selina Walder & Georg Nikisch at Nickisch Sano Walder Architects. At first glance this looks like a wooden cabin but closer inspection shows that those grooves are actually concrete, the previous building was used as, for want of a better word, a mold for the concrete.
For more photographs of the interior, and the back with lashings of snow, click here.
There could be a Swiss trend happening here, below is a 200 year old wood and stone home in Linescio, Switzerland
which looks untouched but …inside, voila…
has been reconstructed with layered concrete by Buchner Brundler Architects. Photos by Ruedi Walti Buchner Bründler Architekten
Last year I posted on the chalet facebook page that I had seen a couple of large swedes in the road as I was driving down the back lane, by this I meant large root vegetables and not a resident of Sweden. The other day him indoors also found a couple of swedes in the back lane, stopped to pick them up and brought them home. When he showed them to me we both knew they were not swedes, or any root vegetable that we knew of…but… in the far reaches of my memory I came up with mangelwurzels. How I knew that word I can’t remember but its not a word that you’d forget in a hurry like people’s names for example.
And sure enough a quick trawl of the internet led us to many images that looked just like ours.
The farmers driving up the back lane on their tractors and trailors had obviously dropped them on route to where these crops are being stored and as we are in a rural location one assumes they are being grown for winter cattle feed. Not sure what to do with ours now, compost them or leave them in the field for the wildlife to feed on or, we could attempt to make manglewurzel beer, a recipe for which was found in a 1830 book The Practice of Cookery.
The daffodils are in full swing down in East Cornwall, as you leave Torpoint (via the Torpoint ferry, which is the easiest way to reach the Rame Peninsula from Devon) and head out of town there is a large bank of pale yellow daffodils waving you goodbye. Further along, about 500 yards or so there is a triangular grass verge outside the entrance to Anthony House which is always full of daffs and again just past the entrance. Another few hundred yards along the road to the village of Anthony you suddenly get a whole field of daffodils on the left, there are so many that the effect is like an impressionist painting with little dots of yellow amongst the green.
Then just before you turn into the village of Anthony, and on to the coast, another field on the right has regimented rows of yellow, the orange middles giving an intensity to the overall colour. The village itself has pots of daffs outside the community stores and then as you climb the hill to leave the village you turn a corner and a large vista of fields becomes level. You can see the daffodils in the distance, some fields of many different shades of yellow haphazardly growing together, which gives a sunshine tapestry effect. In some fields they are in rows and segregated by shades and some daffs are growing right next to the road but you only catch a glimpse of brightness, every now and then, peeking over the top of the Cornish hedges. Coming back in the opposite direction gives you another aspect of the roadside field and then you can see the full glory. At the top of the road you take the left turn at the T junction and then you see the fields where the daffs grew in previous years (there seems to be a rotation for daffodils much like allotment vegetables) and here you get odd clumps that have been left behind so there are golden splodges dotted about. Turning into the back lane there are quite a few daffs growing in the verges, but how did they get there?
It’s not like they are plants that can be spread by wind or birds. I’m no expert but thought the bulbs reproduce new bulbs from the roots of the original. So how do clumps of daffodils grow out of the tops of walls? You can see them all the way along the lane and as you turn into the chalet a host of them welcome you into the field until finally…
my big pot of daffs (just about to bloom) outside our back door welcomes me home.
The online tourist board visitor guide for Cornwall have posted their best 5 dog walks in the county and its there, Cawsand to Whitsand Bay, 5.2 miles with Whitsand being a dog friendly beach all year round. The SW coast path follows the paths on the cliff but when the tide is out who wouldn’t want to walk on the beach.
Interestingly another one of the five, Padstow to Harlyn Bay, is a regular walk I take with mad friend which I have posted about here.