A fabulous weekend

Well it's been a fabulous weekend here in West Cornwall with deliciously warm sunny days - so you may wonder why the pictures were taken after dark! Well lunch in the garden takes time (albeit wearing a woolly hat and puffa jacket) and we must get in training with the promise of spring just around the corner. As you can see from the lovely old pump painting, has got to come nearer to the top of our list before the season gets under way but there's always tomorrow, today was too beautiful.

I did drive down to Longrock today taking the bypass and I was pleased to see three buzzards circling high overhead - I hope one is "ours"returned from Buzzard hospital where he was treated for malnutrition and a broken beak. as always I couldn't resist the short cut home through Marazion - now if only I'd taken the camera with me I could show you the happy melee that makes up a local Sunday beside the sea in Cornwall. As I drive through , I love to look at the light catching the silver water of Marazion marshes as I cross the railway bridge - they cut the channels through the reeds at this time of year; then to watch people enjoying the beach on a Sunday afternoon, with cars parked beside the sands just to watch the sea or stroll on the sands. Some days the para sailors (if that's the right term) and the wind surfers ply their dangerous hobby but today it was the turn of the family strollers beside a tranquil sea making that perfect arch of rippling water that it does sometime around St Micheal's Mount. To the landward side, the birdwatchers bristling with camera equipment bustle to and through before the road reaches smaller world of the sand dunes before entering Marazion. No cafes open today with their tables spilling on to the pavements or the pubs in the square, with the diners sitting outside. No, instead today I followed the narrow winding road up between the cottages and the galleries to rejoin the A394 towards home..........alas no camera but as the sun set and the Blackbirds set up their strident lament for the day the moon joined the sunset and was caught for a minute in the spokes of the old pump and just the shortest trip to the house to locate the camera, as a perfect weekend ended.


Ednovean Farm this evening as the sun set with just a perfect sliver of sea behind her on the horizon