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Today at Ednovean Farm

Foals Annie and Archie climbing the hill above Mounts Bay with their mums Lizzie and April in attendance this morning.



Amie growing more independent of her mum Diva

Mares and foals at Ednovean Farm

We woke up this morning to the insistent tap of the falling rain - the first here for over three weeks, catching in glowing droplets on the bamboo outside of the stables. But after breakfast the skies unexpectedly cleared for a gorgeous day the the young foals and their mums relished about the farm here - My how they've grown our little band of foals by our Spanish stallion Danilon ( for more horsey picture go to Dani's blog) but I thought you might like to see how they were doing!

Archie (ten weeks ) with his mum April enjoying the newly refreshed grass

The full moon

We always settle the horses before we go to bed and tonight we were captivated by the lovely full moon sailing over the farm. Charles captured this lovely shot of an evening cast in a silver light

Into October

The urns in the grass border now cocooned in the luxuriant growth


Olly's pleasure at the late sunshine



The fountain plays on into the autumn with the lingering memory of summer




The gathering storm that mercifully nearly or mostly missed us




yes well - he can't give up yet, our autumns are increasingly balmy with normally only a taste of winter in January and February


As we slip gently into October the days still retain their warmth, although a low challenged briefly this weekend, with darkening skies and gathering winds sending the grasses dancing crazily against the sky around the garden. Yet as the sun flashed out again from behind the clouds Olly wriggled his toes and soaked up the warmth squirming with pleasure in the mellow gravel of the courtyards.

Charles has continued to trudge muttering behind his lawn mower walking away archly acted exhaustion until i threatened to take his photo - and so I did!

Another lovely day

The flight of steps from the upstairs kitchen and Dining room

Another day, another beautiful sunset - sigh well someones has got to do it. .........

From the moment that the we flung open the kitchen door to the bright crisp morning until the smouldering sky of the sunset, the Indian summer has made September a very special month this year.

I've been working on a new path through the garden reached up a different flight of stone steps though............

that winds under the sheltering palm trees



that open to show a partly conceal bench facing the shipping lanes



before continuing past the horse's post and rails, with a lovely view down over the pasture towards Perranuthnoe



and then slipping under an arch before re emerging on the main lawn. It's just a short stress buster after a busy day or a stroll before breakfast but a journey non the less......


why not continue into the village and take the coastal path to Marazion?



But save a little time for that sunset, perfectly finishing the day in a warm glow

and sometimes i even light the candles on the garden tables to light the way home!

Tweets from the Breakfast table

For a super supper Sophia's on the Promenade on Penzance discovered by two of our guest last week

It's a ducks life!

An abandon Duck in the bottom of one of our roll top baths

It's a ducks life at Ednovean Farm - don't tell but a closely guarded secret is the little Duck that weighs down the pile of fresh towels for our new guest. They wait our little flock on the window sills to accompany our guest stay until abandoned at the bottom of the bath tub to be retrieved by us in the morning, sanitised, patted dry and put back with the clean towels ready for the next arrival. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The Pink room window sill with her waiting duck and towels, you can just see the Parterre through the window.

We retrieved the wood for the window sills from the old floor boards upstairs when renovating the barn- the ones in the Pink room have big holes made by a ships beetle. My father could fit the boards faster that I could sand them with an industrial belt sander "Hurry up Christine!"

The weather has been so lovely that the sharp shadows, cast by the sunshine, caught my eye as I walked through the parterre

The geraniums are enjoying the weather here!

The golden Pampas beside the gate has been dramatic this week as the plumes move gently in the sea breeze

Else where on the farm Little Amie has continued to grow with a sharp curious intelligence as she waits for her sister Dolly to arrive this morning

Amie

Charles leading Dolly (Divas last years foal) out to the pasture before we go in to serve Breakfast

And lastly a cautionary tale of a plump tom cat and an even a plumper mouse that had snuck into the corn bin to eat the horses muesli - and where was Olley? Where indeed!

Olley (mouser retired) image kindly supplied by a guest with more to follow of Olley

A visit to Perranuthnoe Beach

Perranuthnoe beach from the cliff path

We set off across the field to Perranuthnoe yesterday to visit the beach just below the village and treat ourselves to lunch at the cabin which is tucked just beside the slip way to the sands.

Our guest through the summer have brought back such good reports that we could resist the temptation no longer and we ambled down through the village, stopping to peep at the little collection of craft shops in the old white washed farm buildings before hurrying on to spend a few moments in contemplation of the black board menu and catch up with the horsey news with Mary.



I can never resist a Greek salad nor Charles warm chirizo with butter beans, so we very soon ordered and carried our two steaming mugs of tea into the neatly mown lawn with its enchantingly mis matched tables to sit and wait. As we listened to the waves caressing the shore just beyond the Tamarisk trees in our sheltered little cocoon, our freshly prepared salad soon arrived, accompanied by warm pitta bread. We spent a pleasant hour idly watching the world go by, tackling our herby, olive oil dressed treat before walking out along the coastal path above the end of the beach, where one solitary beach comber ambling along the tide line below.



Just editing today ('cause its raining!) to add the web site for the cabin:-

http://www.thecabin.org.uk


Strengthening the fences beckoned back at the farm fort the rest of the afternoon but it was quiet memory of the Indian Summer and of the empty beach. The mares were grateful for their new field though and spread out to sample the delicious untouched grass of their new domain much as we had savoured our cliff top lunch!

Just after the spring tide making the sea retreat to its furthest point


The coast path from the village but not for us today

The little collection of shop in the unspoilt old farmyard



There is even a hairdresser and a beauty retreat there now

The sky beyond the courtyard last night