Can we keep it

We had a surprise visitor to our car park this week! Our Austrian guests chugged off in their sensible family car in the morning but in the evening....! "come and look at this" Charles said as this beautiful old Morgan cake in through the gate. Like an exotic bird she only stayed for a couple of days but what a presence she had redolent of another era when motoring was an elegant timely pursuit. or as one Uncle once remarked "He couldn't possibly drive without gloves" Well she was definitely a car for gloves. I found her here at car and classic hire................ sorry i had to take the link out Blogger wasn't happy but it should be easy to Google it!



The beautifuly presented Morgan in our car park at Ednovean Farm - not a speck of dirt to mar the paint work

and where did thes two come from? - we normally don't take pets but they weren't any trouble - I spotted them peeping out of the Apricot room window waiting for their owners to come home the other day - hope they come back!

Hope you've had a good weekend - we've had the extremes here in cornwall - Charles got sunburn yesterday mowing the lawn and lets say my weed and feed was well washed in today!

Blue room tonight???

Our lovely Blue room with views over Mounts Bay

I know for weeks we have said we have no vacancies tonight BUT our guest are suddenly called back to Germany so we have the Blue room free now for three more nights from tonight - can we tempt you?? An elegant double room with french doors to it's own terrace complete with a table and chairs and two sun loungers; en suite bathroom with double shower and roil top bath bathrobes of course hand made soaps white company toiletries and the bedroom complete with flat screen TV, DVD WiFi CD player............all we need is two guests .......................

A place in the shade

I found a place in the shade to sit this weekend, finding just the right spot in the Gravel border to the side of the Italian garden. Of course I had to renovate the table and chairs first that had been moldering in a quite corner for the winter until I rescued them. Their paint was peeling horribly and so i attacked them with a power washer in the car park - carefully avoiding the parked cars of course!. Quite a few hours and an application of Farrow and Ball's New white later they were ready to take their place again..........and so I sat on them for a peaceful Saturday afternoon out of the heat of the sun. Time to tackle the garden again today though those weeds don't take the weekend off!

The evening sun

Such a lovely evening here at Ednovean Farm -it was far too nice to go indoors and the sun lingered on in the parterre in front of the house - I missed the sunset though it was way after my bed time - may be tonight I'll stay awake!

A purrrfect evening

Ollie Taylor enjoying the evening sun at Ednovean Farm yesterday

No evening is complete without Ollie claiming his purrfect spot to soak up the last rays of the sun under the honey warm walls - just the thing for the "older" tom cat.

Life of a rose

The garden room before breakfast this morning with St Micheal's Mount behind




I love to keep Lillies in the cool garden room, their scent builds over night to greet me as i open the outside french doors ready for our guests.




A corner of the courtyard - the little statue was a sale room find

We have a rose here a Ednovean that sit majestically clothing an old milking parlour on the western end of the courtyard. The building could never have been a thing of beauty, probably less than eighty years old, built over an old water tank but serviceable non-the-less and "handy by" for the cattle standings that now form our Apricot and Blue bedrooms. But i digress from my rose - given to me by my father when I was married as he said our family had always had one of these roses in their garden. The lovely flower, old fashioned in its way - probably an Albertene, single flowering and sweetly scented and a delicate shade of bronzy pink - the rose glows each year for a brief period of bliss. Each year I always wait in high anticipation for its brief flowering - the gorgeous scent that fills the courtyard and the garden room and then eventually the fallen petals that gently drift across the gravel and the garden room's warm terracotta floor. All too soon the time is over, as it slips back to its (or I prefer Her) slumbers for another year a permanent reminder of my fathers gift.

A wilder side

The skies started to clear right on cue this bank holiday and motivated by the appearance of blue and it must be said that I had forgotten the Breakfast Orange Juice too, Charles and i set off towards Penzance for the second time that day. Breakfast secured with some of Mr Tesco's finest OJ but still lunchless, we went on up towards the penwith moors with a small picnic to visit again those ancient places that haunt the ancient landscape. We drove up through Madron through the woods that always exert a mysterious pull to me with their dark liquid depths but stopping only to admire the foxgloves that line the banks just there we continued past the Holy Well and on to Lanyon Quit with the sweep of heathland drawing away to the horizon, and old engine house and rugged cairn a distant view.

Madron woods



Lanyon quoit

that tantalising tor, once or twice we have eaten a winter picnic tucked under the shelter of one of her stones but not today it was approaching half past two and definitely lunchtime

we drove on leaving the enigmatic stones of another monument on our right where the road thoughtfully forks around it

to look at the ancient country side around Morvah that rolls toward the sea on the north coast

the lanes edges by walls and banks that have stood for centuries deifying the wild Atlantic, a hard spare land, beautiful in her pared down countenance




a step back in time just twenty minutes up the road - think I'll forget the Orange juice more often!