I send you three of Cornwall's secret places to enjoy.

           





      Old canal at Marhamhurch,

                                        





  Pack horse bridge at Ruthhernbridge.

                               Wooden  Victorian boat house on lake at Trevarno House.

                 HAPPY CHRISTMAS to all of you where ever you are in the world.

ALL GOOD WISHES for 2013.

See you in January   2013.

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Goonzion downs

on this strange ground

I feel the generations before

what are these mounds and dips?

concealing lives from centuries of old?

lonely piece of moor

today cows with horses graze

I imagine people working here

from days of long ago

Romano-British castle, Bronze age
nearby Berry Tor 5500 years ago,
 densely populated hut circles

on these exposed, weather beaten downs

these long gone peoples

their presence felt today

undulating surface, this gruffy ground

layer upon layer, lives lived, expired, gone

this land was happened on by chance

accidental, unplanned, transient passing

isolated moorland powerful this feeling

captivates my soul

I felt this as never before

of history within the land beneath my feet

people were, now present,

will come tomorrow and tomorrow

Goonzion downs, now special in my heart

One perfect evening

I remember

one perfect evening

last summer

afloat on the river

our boat

hull shining blue

tied to her mooring

drifting with flow


Perceuil river
sheltered peaceful
burgee fluttering
shrouds rattling music

tidal with river

contra directions

high, low tides

water is mistress

pair of swans knocking

using their beaks

polite but insistent

grunting together

warm air wafting

gentle caressing

surface rippling

concentric circles

egrets flapping

into tree tops

settling resting

tranquil repose

listening now

the end of the day

nothing is moving

swathed by the silence

light merging

with night

all is subdued

world sleeps 'til the morn

Once in a life time.

this first day of the relay
cheer with Cornish crowd

Olympic torch blazes past

We saw the Olympic torch being carried through the Cornish village of Bugle on the first day of its 70 day relay around Britain. There was a big enthusiastic crowd all the way from Lands End to the Tamar Bridge and on into Devon. It was a great event and more fun than I could ever have expected. The crowd was behind and alongside us.