Over the garden wall

Our entrance at Ednovean Farm tucked under the lane

How lovely it has been this week, to watch the countryside unfold its wings and take on the mantle of approaching summer. The lanes are laced with bluebells framed by the exuberant hawthorn, tiny star like blooms making an impossible froth of nothingness against the sky. As i make my way along the lane to feed our brood mares before breakfast each morning, the pastures are spangled with dew and the crouching forms of rabbits, sun shining pinkly through their ears, as they freeze when they see me or causally hop away. I'm usually accompanied on these walks by Spud trotting authoritatively beside me, whiskers at a jaunty angle, occasionally he set of in a vain pursuit of a rabbit before returning to my side, my self appointed Rabbit guardian


Some days their is something quite different to catch my eye, like the Sail training ship that moored tantalisingly out of my camera's capabilities for a night but then relented and moved nearer to the Mount, yesterday and I wa able to get one shot of her over the garden wall. i looked out again for her in the morning but she was gone - our guests in the Blue room told me at Breakfast time that they had watch her set sail later in the evening - oh well still special but i wish the light had been better.

Over the Garden wall at Ednovean Farm
the sail trianing ship

Gardening tool lay ready for me

The little courtyarde beside the house is just right for Tea in the
afternoon now

The garden is starting to mellow and glow with new growth, each day bringing new changes and I celebrate each bursting leaf for its promise of warm days, just as the horse relish the greener pastures.

When the Telegraph asked for pictures it occured to us that we didn't like any of our bedroom photos- the suptle restyling that happens over time to keep up with changing tastes just wasn't in our pictures so eventually Charles ot out his tripod and took some pics of the Apricot room and I passed the vacant Pink room yesterday evening as the door stood and loved the way the sun caught the room highlighting some areas and leaving others. That bed was built in the room many years ago now, it wa supplied by the Guild of Woodcarvers - I must admit I hadn't realised it would b quite so big but it is oh so cosy on a stormy night!

The rather mis named Apricot room - originally it had Apricots on Laura Ashley curtains - the name stuck and the curtains are history!

The Blue room is very difficult to photograph as the sun streaming through the french doors dazzling the camera but this is a cosy corner of it

and what of the horses this week - well Danni has ben taking it easy baby sitting Bodkin who has now been weaned from his poor Mum April but actually he is thriving and a charming person to have around as well - Danni has become quite fond of the little rascal. Bodkin has been trying to infiltrate the youngsters group this week - we've introduced him to one at a time and today he met the whole herd - alas he was made to go into another field on his own so he has do do a little more work on that one! We rescue him each afternoon and he tucks himself up to sleep in hi stable probably comparing notes with Danni!

Bodkin

Fatherr Danilon practising his Spanish Walk

Danilon taking his morning nap under the sky light

And that was our week!