In case of cold.....

A delivery of a nice cardboard box for Olley



The purrfect place to spend the day until the east wind drops





He may well keep it on for the winter

In case of cold, as every tom cat knows, it is wise to find a perfect cardboard box and then to spend the day in the tightest furry ball until the weather improves.

So when our trusty land rover could go no further ( so the man at the MOT station said) we were rescued by Tescos Direct from imminent starvation and a delivery from the local Cash and Carry..........and with it the most perfect cardboard box for Olley. Happiness in a box and cat food too from Tesco's!

The view from the kitchen window on Friday morning as the weather cleared

A September Vacancy

The parterre at Ednvoean Farm from above

We have just had a new vacancy for September

19th,20th and the 21st reserved today

23rd - 26th now reserved

one night the 20th of September

27th and 28th of September - still available

Planning the last break of summer or easing yourself into autumn, we have just the space for you!!

October is calling, the mild Cornish climate and the empty lanes are waiting for a perfect autumn break before, dare I say, Christmas.

Bank holiday monday

We saw the first shafts of sunshine play on Penzance from our garden at Ednovean Farm




St Micheal's Mount this morning at Breakfast time


Perranuthnoe has flounced sulkily thorough the bank holiday shrouded in the thickest fog that left me describing the view to our newly arrived guests. But this morning our world started to brighten with the first shafts of sunshine catching Penzance just across the bay form our garden. Now that the bank holiday is over I'm sure the weather will improve again like a teenager casting off a sudden sulk.

We left Sootty and Danni in the stables on Sunday as the prospect of crossing the A394 on a white horse in the fog at 4 miles per hour didn't appeal and so today when we had finished our tasks we took them for a mega outing to make up for it.

The Honeysuckle that has billowed across the tops of the Cornish banks is now spangled with the neatest bright red berried, twinned around the plump dark sloes on their thorny bushes. Sootty felt enthusiastic today and so we headed across Rosudgeon toward Green Berry downs as we had heard that a Bridle path had just been cleared there, that had been closed for a long, long time.

We entered the tracks from Falmouth Packet lane and wove our way far from the traffic between the deep ancient hedgerows until we reached the reclaimed section. I used to use this path most weeks years ago, but as time went on and my days shrank I've stayed nearer to home and was taken by surprise last winter when Danni and i got stuck in a bush and could go no further. But today we followed the route that thrusts its way through a thicket of trees running parallel to the busy A road all the way to Newtown.

The reclaimed section is proudly marked with a beautiful granite pillar bearing a plaque with some of the history of Greenberry downs at either end. Thank you for all of the hard work that made Soottys special day out possible this afternoon he thoroughly enjoyed himself.

From Newtown we rode a short "white knuckle" couple of steps along the A road before turning back into the quiet lanes and dropping down into the peaceful valley at Millpool. The sweeping views across the farmland to the ancient engine houses that mark the sky line made for an enchanting journey. From the valley floor, we turned again uphill taking the long road back to Goldsithney, Sooty and Danni marching relentlessly side by side with Sootty taking occasional mock snaps at Danni if he though he was getting in front of him. As we finally climbed up south road towards Perranuthnoe Sooty's head had started to droop but he continued gamely home to spend his afternoon digesting his huge celebratory lunch in a happy doze. He was still dozing in fact when our new guest arrived but could definitely say he'd had a mega day out to celebrate Bank Holiday Monday!

Take a look at Perran lady's blog for The Newlyn Fish festival also on today for some great shots of Luggers etc:-

http://aroundperranuthnoe.blogspot.com/

A Little magic

The pots of agaves that frame the entrance on to the lawn


The outside light clicked on but click the picture to see the lights around Mounts Bay and the flood lit St Micheal's Mount



A special evening as the summer ends

On balmy evenings at Ednovean Farm when the crickets sing and the tide washes gently on to the beach below the village with an audible swish it is sometimes time for a little magic in the evening air. Last night was womb like in its warmth and we sat on the little terrace in front of the garden room watching the lights come on around the bay and fittingly as the Bank holiday approached St Micheal's Mount was flood lit. We sat enchanted fro a while before slinking off to bed perhaps to dream of flickering candles and dancing flames.

Waiting for figs

The ripening figs in the courtyard

I loved the arching shadows of the date palms this morning

We woke up to a perfect blue sky this morning yet still with a distant murmur of the sea drifting into the courtyard from the beach below - not the angry bellowing of the last few days accompanied with the scent of sea salt but a quiet rhythmic whisper beckoning the day.

A perfect blue sky this morning

Olley in recognition of the improved weather has forsaken the Rayburn and taken up residence on top of a hay bale in the stable yard only descending to demand food, before returning to alternate ablutions and slumbers as befits a senior cat of some standing.

Olley ensconced on "his" hay bale

a perfect eerie to watch the stables and the car park gate

The postman brought the new Alistair Sawday guide this morning with a funky bright yellow cover. Each year rather like the days at school when each subject was awarded a different colour book, so do Sawday's Guides change colour according to their mood. I hope that this years choice of bright yellow will bring the countryside a vibrant rural economy and this years guide has some truly stunning houses.

Meanwhile in the garden the battle for the figs is hotting up - Charles swore the whole trees were shaking under the onslaught of the local blackbirds and we are a very long way from production supplementing the Breakfast table still it's good to dream and one day...........!

Young Amie waiting to be brought in for her supper tonight

WiFi, Digital TV

Modern technology is encroaching thick and fast at Ednovean Farm. When we woke up the other morning for instance and turned on the TV for the news and weather, it had gone simply vanished - No signal was the only message for us coming through the air waves! Of course we'd mused over the prospect of buying three new TV's and decided on a course of action well known as "Dreckly" I had rather admired the jaunty pink posters suspended from the lamp posts bearing a picture of a sort of Tellie tubbie with the slogan "Get ready for the digital switchover" before returning my mind to the more urgent business of the shopping list. But now the day had dawned and TV as we had known it was no more. Work was shunted into different routines and I raced out to Curries in the time saved to return with the right sort of TVs and all of the appropriate packaging ready for me to enjoy recycling at a later date.

The new flat screens do look rather smart in the bedrooms and we managed to give the old ones away to new homes with diggie boxes. Which left us with the summer long ambition to install WiFi to the bedrooms.

We've had several abandoned attempts with different gentlemen marching around the building according to their discipline, only to go away again sadly disillusioned with our granite barn. But today, at long last all of the ingredients are in place for WiFi to travel via the electric cables through the three foot thick stone walls............so I've included a photo of our stallion Dani taken this weekend as a digital, WiFi free antidote!

As night falls over Mounts Bay

The lights around Mounts Bay from the garden at Ednovean Farm


Night time fell over the bay


We managed to sit down at last just as night fell over Mounts Bay, the evening had not run as smoothly as usual. The horse has fallen out, apparently, waiting for their supper and Belle had had a bruised leg - so we had spent some time patiently training a cold stream of water on to her swelling leg, from a hose pipe, as she looked sadly on. Half an hour later with the yard rapidly filling with water she was feeling a bit better and ready for her tea, with her back legs now cosily bandaged in stockinette to control the swelling. As we shut the gate to the higher yard, we met two of our guest coming back from the village, where the cabin on the beach is offering a great bar-b-que these days, so we are told, we really must try it before the Autumn! Any way they stopped to sympathise with the invalid whilst carefully avoiding the puddles, before continuing on their way to bed and we repaired to the terrace for a restorative cup of coffee which is about where the story starts.

We sat for a while in the balmy dusk and watched the lights come on around the bay with a tiny bat circling over head, always only one bat. I hope one day it finds a friend................. and then our day came to an end as well.