Agapanthus on the terrace

Just a few photos of our summer terrace - a small gravel area in front of the garden and Blue rooms that hold a few pots of Geraniums to brighten the summer. I've lined this terrace with box balls in sturdy plain pots from the Yorkshire pot company that have shrugged off the winter chills but at the moment the stars of the show have got to be the self seeded Agapanthus that have positioned themselves perfectly, tucked under the warm granite walls to produced blooms twice the size of their border bound parents. Ah well you can't beat nature!

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My dalliance with white hydrangeas is not going so well at the moment - conceived as a serene row of identical pots with stylish white flowers they look decidedly mothy to be polite - perhaps ext year........

Their pink cousins remain outrageously healthy in frothy profusion

I used the old water tank for years as a bran bin for the horses, square and uncompromising with a neat row of rivets it give the sugary blooms a little more "edge" I think and the horses are happy with their corn bin. I think I've mentioned before the rusty iron ball was found in one of the fields.

Looking over the little terrace towards the formal sundial garden

and to finish a quiet corner for morning coffee or was that afternoon tea or a sunset glass of wine a day in the life of a terrace

An afternoon walk

Yesterday was such a fabulous day that we awarded ourselves an afternoon off and walk across the fields from the farm to a little secluded cove that we know. The footpath leads out from the farm across a field or ripening corn and then across a field of fabulous blue flowers that I see from Perran ladies blog is Chicory (get well soon sue xx by the way)

On through the little hamlet of Trebarvah and through a bussling farmyard with fabulous views back over Perranuthnoe village

The cluster of houses around the church at Perranuthnoe in the valley below

And then we strode on cutting across through the gorse towards the cliff path - the tide had gone out so far that the beaches of Perran and Trebarvah had joined into one super beach

Always a quiet beach - a long walk for a swim when the tide goes out across those golden sands but we were going to walk further

Perranuthnoe beach again and the Mount of course

and on we walked Charles carrying the pack the seed of the gorse exploding into life with an audible crack as we passed

I couldn't resist pausing every now and again to watch the Mount retreat across the bay

and then we climbed down to a quiet little cove all to ourselves to eat our picnic and swim as the tide came in over the sun warmed rocks ( well that was the theory but it was still a touch nippy for me!)

We finally climbed back out of the cove on the far side along a narrow hidden path

our little cove filled with water

but the Mount beckoned us home again with a stead tread on the hard cracked earth back to the farm with the sky larks song filling the air replacing the lull of the waves

and last night a magical moon fille dthe sky beautiful in its perfection

climbing high above the farm Good night for now.....