Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Mevagissey, Cornwall and a Treat in October

Having spent the day at Heligan it seemed a shame to not visit the fishing harbour of Mevagissey that was only 5 minutes drive away.
It's amazing how I could feel so tired at the end of our jungle trip in Heligan, yet come to life again in this new environment!


This harbour is not as pretty as some we have visited but it has it's own charm all the same











Having wandered the harbour we make our way back towards the car park visiting some galleries on the way


and on the top of the cliff on the way back to our cottage we pass St. Austell Bay


Looking across the bay to where we are staying



Now the treat
I am going to leave you with some lovely October roses from the garden
Since taking these photographs a few days ago the weather has really turned
We have left the driest September on record behind and now are experiencing cooler weather with rain and storms











The latest card I made for a friend's birthday


and lastly a sunrise a few days ago
I have really combined two posts into one here as I am going to be without my computer for a while
my laptop has been over heating for some time (very hot) and crashing as a result. Decided it was time to get it fixed.
Kept putting it off as I hate to think of being without it for 10 days!
What did we do before this technology? 
At least my i-pad softens the blow!! 




Thursday, 2 October 2014

The Lost Gardens of Helligan, Cornwall

I have always wanted to visit Heligan since I watched a TV series on the restoration some years ago.
The estate has been in the Tremayne family for over 4 centuries.
The original 'lost gardens' were only discovered in 1990 and all that you see today has been restored since then.



The Mud Woman - just one of several quirky bits on the way in


There is much of interest in this garden but it was The Jungle that was the attraction for us
but first lunch in their great restaurant where everything is grown here, or bought in locally


It is situated on, and at the bottom of two steep hillsides and has it's own climate











There were steps in places but much of it was steep paths amongst the vegetation





To think that this has all been planted/restored in 24 years is incredible




Well this was scary


Obviously I could not photograph it all and we had a very long and steep walk back to the restaurant area by which time I felt I could not walk another step
However after some strong tea and a short rest I felt recovered enough to visit another cove close by which I will cover in my next post



Sunday, 28 September 2014

Polperro, Cornwall (Part 3)


Continuing to walk around Polperro, this will be the last post on this particular village. Do check my previous two posts if you have not as it is such a picturesque and interesting place.
I will share some interesting history at the end.

Something different - a house decorated with shells


We are actually on the east side of the harbour having come down from the cliffs on the west side


I don't think I could concentrate on reading here



walking along these narrow alleyways is fun





We come to the museum and tearoom



We are ready for a break and some light refreshment
Just a scone with butter as neither of us like cream and certainly not the famous Cornish clotted cream that everyone goes wild over








cottages built right into the cliffs





I would love to have been able to swim here


but it is time to turn around and head back




but maybe a photograph first


These jumbled houses are the work of Cornish fishermen. They wanted a place to store their gear and Pilchard catch, and over that a loft divided into rooms like the cuddy of his boat. He reached the ground by means of stone or wooden steps.
Wending your way along traffic free streets to the small harbour, you are treading the paths where once fish were carted, and under cover of night, Brandy casks and Tobacco bales wee carried into their hideouts.
Make no mistake, this peaceful fishing cove was once a thriving centre for the area's smuggling.
Wagon loads of contraband left here, some heading across Bodmin Moor, en route to London
(There will be more on Bodmin Moor in a later post.