and still the crickets sing

Mares and foals at Ednovean Farm led by Archie ( See below!)

And still the crickets sing each night as I find my way across the lane in the darkness to give Lizzie and April their late night supper.
Each evening I can never resist listening for a moment to the sweet insistent pulse of the crickets song throbbing in the darkness. The eternal rasp of autumn that reminds me of childhood holidays walking home with my parents giddily late at night with the crickets music filling the night air around me. To this day the haunting melody transports me back to the magic of sea side holidays of childhood. Each night i pause and wonder if tonight the sound will not be there - if the balmy autumn has gone when the heat of the day sends the midges in clouds to dance between the sheltering Cornish banks and Sootty and Dani whisk their tails as they amble along - but no, each night it is still there - the lilting refrain hidden in the darkness.

The menacing low on the weather map looked ominous for my night time revelry but today the skies cleared after a gusty night so perhaps there will be a little more magic in the night air before we settle to winter.

The brood mares have collectively decided to live together this week, moving in together to share the top fields with the fabulous views out across West Penwith always the most sought after grazing position on the farm -although they are keeping their foals tightly to their sides at present calling them back with shrill insistent knickers if they venture too far towards "them". Archie it must be said knows something about the new arrangements - the cheeky, hapless, little boy colt, pushed his head through a five bar gate and there it stuck leaving his poor mother April metaphorically wringing her hands, as mothers have done throughout the country when small boys push their head through railing and they have to call the fire brigade to get them out. Luckily for Archie Charles came along and lifted the gate for him to wriggle free but by this time all parties had taken the opportunity to change fields through the now open gate, sweeping along with their foals behind them and so they have stayed happily mixed.


Just as the rain stopped this morning




Diva with her Daughters - Amie aged five months and Dolly aged one and a half



April and Archie

Annie and Lizzie