Summer starts with a trip to the Lost Gardens of Heligan for a fix of Kneehigh, the Cornish theatre company who pitch their large tent called the Asylum in a field alongside the gardens and offer a selection of their shows, which have a style all of their own. Plus if you buy a ticket you can wander the lost gardens before the shows and after the crowds have gone, which is rather lovely. There was also a trip to St Ives and Barbara Hepworth’s house and garden ; the train journey is great because you leave the large intercity train at St Erth and hop on a little two carriage train for a 15 minute ride along the coast…and the weather was ‘hotter than Hawaii’ according to the newspapers. Back on our coastline in East Cornwall the verges on the main road have been cut back, (see my previous post) but thankfully the council haven’t touched the back lane here, so the wildflowers are still in profusion. The planting in our back garden is also getting rather wild, the colours of which seem at odds with the buoys that we picked up on our beach walks. The evenings have been balmy and we’ve managed supper outdoor and walks to sit and watch the sea from a bench high up overlooking the bay. A pair of whales were spotted in Whitsand Bay yesterday but unfortunately it wasn’t when we were keeping an eye out.
Coming up next week, the annual Port Elliot Festival plus, some summer culinary highlights… well here’s hoping.
So we’ve said goodbye to June and weather wise it finished with more than a hint of winter, even a week into July we have jumpers at the ready and travelling to Dorset yesterday the mist and fog did not suggest the middle of summer. I’ve noticed on my travels that there’s been a lack of grass cutting in parks and public areas but if this is a council cutting exercise then its one of the few that I am happy about. The effect is just so pretty and has to be beneficial to wildlife. Driving back home through Anthony the pathway follows along the road and is usually a verge with the usual wildflowers near [or on]the wall, then a path with a strip of grass alongside, next to the road which is usually kept short…
Now this is almost shoulder height, you can’t even see the wall that separates the field.
I know this because someone was walking along and I could only see their head and shoulders
The rest of the verges are thriving with wild plants and we notice buzzards sitting on the telegraph poles staring at the dense undergrowth waiting for something to stir. In the coming weeks everything will start to go over and start to look tired but for the moment sun, rain or wintery weather I am loving the overgrown roadsides and parks.
photo on georgianadesign.tumblr.com
I see lots of loungers for chilling on the deck[s] above and as much as I would love to be there right now I have to say the one below is more my thing. Seen, I believe from another deck, a view of a wooden cabin with a living roof and a little boat just waiting to be used, a little shabby chic and just what I like. Looks like just the place to retreat to when the world gets too much.
Johner Bildbyra AB / Lena Granefelt
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On a warm sunny day a few weeks ago writer Jackie Butler came to visit the chalet and we sat and drank tea and chatted about our favourite Cornish things and worked out all the people we knew in common. Jackie was writing an article for Cornwall Today about Sea Field View; how the view from the chalet and the peace and quiet are an inspiration for creating my work. So today I headed into Torpoint and collected a copy (the July issue) to check out the article with the photos that Jackie had taken when she was here. Whilst looking through it I got hooked on the articles, the best of the Cornish summer festivals (Port Elliot being one of my favourites); best open air theatre (I have already highlighted the Asylum as the place to be this summer with friends), plus gardens, wildlife, interiors, visual art, and… recipes too – there’s a really yummy looking picture of a smoothie covered in meringue and cream and coconut and honey.
I also noticed that the renovation of the local pub in Anthony, the old Ring O Bells, is re opening in July as The Carew Arms, so that’ll be another place to check out.
In fact the whole issue is packed full of summer info so I’m now going to put the kettle on and put my feet up with my copy.
Port Elliot Festival, 28th 31st July: St Germans, Cornwall http://porteliotfestival.com
Kneehigh Asylum 14th July – 28th August: the Lost Gardens of Heligan http://www.kneehigh.co.uk/page/the_asylum_kneehigh.php
The Carew Arms, Anthony East Cornwall: opening 14th July http://carewarms.com
A student of mine tweeted, ‘at times like this, all I want is cake by the ocean’ so I told her that the perfect place was the Cliff Top Cafe, here on the cliff at Whitsand Bay. What I actually did was send her the link to their website and in doing so realised I hadn’t mentioned on the blog that the cafe was now online. So, here we are… the Cliff Top Cafe have a website (being built) but with menu information that can be downloaded and a Facebook page which gives more up to the minute news, notice of last minute closures or the odd evening opening (like last years Tapas nights). And yes, its true, there is no better place for a coffee and a piece of homemade cake looking out over the sea and across to Rame Head especially with the weather we are having at the moment.
With some wonderful warm sunshine and overnight rain the garden plants have gone mad.
This particular geranium seeds everywhere, as do the foxgloves but I have decided to stop getting upset by it because there’s nothing I can do now they are established and I do like them. In-between are the flowers of the thyme, which we inherited and which I am so happy to have as I’ve never managed to grow it from seed or plug plant.
Once the geraniums have flowered and start to look tired I chop them back and they then come back for a second flowering later in the season. I will attempt to cut the foxgloves before they’ve gone to seed.
As the sun was going down we went to the Wilcove Inn for a beer, Wilcove is a turning on your left as you head into Torpoint and the pub sits on a creek in the river Tamar.
It was very quiet just us sitting outside watching a solitary goose in the water
It was incredibly peaceful apart from the bird song. We sat on the bench below and listened to their calls
and we drank in the calm with our beer.