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#1175 theoldmortuary ponders

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Exactly 11 years ago Hugo and his dog cousin Barnaby were both a year old and we were in Cornwall for a birthday weekend. Hugo was an urban dog and for Barnaby these fields were his everyday playground. It was permitted that they run free in these fields.  What happened next was one of those moments in life when even recollecting this moment makes me feel guilty and uncomfortable. Out of nowhere a herd of deer appeared and the two naughty dogs chased them for fifteen minutes, nothing we could do would persuade the dogs to stop.

Eventually the deer decided that the chase was no longer for them and elegantly jumped a fence back into the enclosure that was supposed to have contained them. Eventually two exhausted dogs returned to us.

Months later we were back in London but on a day out in Kent. The same thing happened but with another dog friend, Monty. Almost the exact same scenario, a National Trust property in an area where dogs could run free. Another herd of deer somehow appeared. Hugo gave chase like the expert hunter he believed himself to be with a much larger labrador friend learning very quickly. They scattered family picnics and we , their hapless owners looked on in horror while hiding their leads in our pockets so nobody knew they were ours. The deer of Kent were as wise as their Cornish counterparts and leapt back into their enclosure.

Once again two exhausted dogs returned to their owners. Hard to pretend they weren’t ours at that point. We all sat down to attempt a picnic and the dogs calmy explored a nearby wooded area. A small commotion and the labrador returned with a rotting deer leg in his mouth. Hugo proudly trotting alongside. I think they were pretending they had actually caught a deer, when it had clearly died of natural causes some time ago. Another picnic ruined!

11 years have passed with no more deer encounters. This is a good thing.

#1166 theoldmortuary ponders.

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We have made tracks for the far Southwest. To the warmest place in England on this particular weekend. Part pleasure and part work commitment. A journey to Penzance and West Cornwall is always a pleasure in January. Even more of a pleasure because we caught a Starling murmeration.

No more words needed really.

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#933 theoldmortuary ponders.

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A compressed week is a funny thing. An art exhibition over a long weekend, with an extra day to help take it down, has pushed all my normal domestic admin into two days this week. By Friday I should be all caught up but yesterday a funny thing happened. Chores, errands etc were somehow completed with an hour to spare. So I took the dogs to a favourite garden and just took in the view while we waited for the appointment time for their annual vet check.

A few years ago I spent just over a month living in this house and garden with an old labrador while her parents were taking a long break in Europe. I had an outdoor studio to paint in with a view to make a trainspotter weak.

At the time I was preparing for an exhibition that required abstracts so the location was immaterial. Which seems like a crime now. But just looking at the view is only half the story.  The sounds of this valley are the thing. As trains approach the viaduct they are coming out of a tunnel, so there is a feel of a train approaching, then the sounds. These are both fascinating sensations, no matter how often they are experienced. There is also a powerful sense of wanderlust, knowing that this train is a link to the rest of the world. In less than five minutes the train will cross the Tamar on the Albert  Bridge, designed by Brunel. Taking people away from Cornwall and on to wider horizons.

When the train emerges onto the viaduct it is almost an anti-climax. With my smartphone in hand, and photos and sketches of this viaduct taken or drawn over many years. I had a happy hour or so, digitally tinkering. Stitching photos and sketches together to try to express the energy felt as a train emerges from the tunnel and starts to run across this tiny valley. 

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#902 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

I could quote something really meaningful here, but to my shame, my often thought of quote is rather passive-aggressive. Rarely said aloud but thought of through gritted teeth while smiling.

” You are mistaking my tolerance for indifference”

These 7 words have a whole scale of thoughts behind them. 90% of the time the response is of no consequence outside of my thoughts, just me thinking that I am a bit annoyed or really annoyed but nothing really earth shattering . But the 10% can be an unexpected fierce retort or worse the icy chill of some final invisible line being crossed.

I hear you thinking what relevance to the picture of Kingsand Clock tower is my admission of passive-aggresive thoughts. 

Well, when the sun came out on Sunday we were sat at the bottom of the clock tower basking in delicious sunlight. Coffees in hand and calm happy dogs resting on the beach. The beach was big, as the tide was out, and there were very few people about. I was pondering that our exact position on a calm and beautiful day was sometimes under 40 foot waves as the worst of winter storms hit this coastal village. Images and news article below.

BBC News – Storm-hit Kingsand clock tower reopens after £600,000 repairs
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-31469491

My pondering and basking were interrupted by 4 people and a large dog choosing to sit right next to us. They were not basking and pondering sort of people. Noisy, competitive, faffers without a scintilla of calm about them. With a whole beach to choose why sit next to the only other people sitting peacefully pondering?

I had about twenty minutes of tolerance in me. My coffee was done, and my pondering about massive waves was unnerving me slightly. Time to remove my intolerant self from the location with one of those statements that may or may not have been heard.

” Shall we move on?”

“This is about as relaxed as my bum after a hot curry”

Oh dear!

Proof of how empty the beach was.

A clear case of me hiding a case of  grumpiness in some beautiful surroundings. In a world of so many wonderful, positive quotes the few negative ones I hold onto are easier to recall.

Moving on, have you ever seen a more gorgeous village hall.

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#869 theoldmortuary ponders

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Storm Kathleen from Down Thomas.  ©Kevin Lyndsay

I can’t say Storm Kathleen bothered us much . Just more wind and rain, no flying dustbins or lost umbrellas. She did however create this moody sunset from Down Thomas. If you look into the gloom you can just about see Plymouth Sound.

Enough of rain! I thought I would share some dry pictures.

In summer months a charity runs drystone walling classes nearby. There is enormous skill in creating these walls which are a feature of rural Devon and Cornwall.

Wet, from rain these sections have some eye-challenging colour combinations.

In the summer months, these walls still look impressive but they are dusty with red mud from the artisans hands, as the rocks are laid over an embankment of compacted soil. Just my lucky day to catch them in a rare sunny moment while they were still wet. The moment was brief

The raw materials waiting for summer and craftspeople to return.

For the header image I overlaid Storm Kathleen on the drystone wall.

#678 theoldmortuary ponders

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What are you doing this evening?

Just over half way through my day I have no idea what I might be doing this evening. Apart from delivering art to a gallery my day has been a series of unscheduled events. Trying to photograph this apple core was more of a challenge than you might think. Over the weekend this apple sculpture made of apples has artistically diminished to an apple core. The fragrance in the sunny courtyard is the fragrance of early autumn.

Delivering art to this particular gallery is an enhanced pleasure on a day like today. But the welcome of apples and sunshine made it extra special.

By a great piece of design the poster for the exhibition mirrors the colours of the apples.

What a lovely feeling to just drop some art off and have no responsibility for the curating or organisation. However familiar I am with these surroundings the architecture never fails to charm me.

But today I was surprised by a piece of abstract planting in one of the courtyards. Almost Sci-fi with these purple Aeonium.

So what am I up to this evening, beyond some early bobbing I still have no idea. But if anything fascinating crops up perhaps I will mention it tomorrow. But returning to daytime activities , my fellow artist Debs did get a good shot of the apple core.

#520 theoldmortuary ponders

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This blog is 3 years late and could have been another year in the Procrastination Pile. I had arranged to attend a Daffodil Festival with a friend in 2020. The festival was cancelled in the early weeks of Covid Restrictions and this is the first time it has been held since. The extra year of procrastination could easily have been added to, by my poor choice of clothes yesterday.

As you can see from the header picture things were a bit wet! I had had a perfectly tolerable dog walk without a coat and in Birkenstocks while at home in the morning. The further I drove into the Tamar Valley the wetter it got.

The lanes were running with brown rainwater pouring off the fields. I phoned my friend and suggested a different outing. A snug pub with warm food and no drips.

Her response was to bring me warm socks and wellies and feed me a scone and a cup of coffee.

And with that we were off! Some daffodil varieties were being shown indoors. Definitely an easier environment to appreciate them, were it not for steamed up glasses and rivulets of cold water tracking down my neck.

Daffodils and Pewter in the Great Hall.

I started recording the names of the Daffodils but honestly I think I am going to get into a pickle with that, so these beauties are enigmatically anonymous.

Outside nothing had improved despite making the absolute most of sitting with a scone and coffee. We hadn’t even managed to put the world right.

The outside locations were not overrun with visitors, the cafe on the other hand was heaving with wet humans. There is a point in every adventure when enough is enough, even for a woman in borrowed, vivid, socks and wellies. I love these socks!

Below is an experiment, I don’t know if this QR code will work,but if you can,give it a try.

Readers, it works! The audio clip Seagulls and Sunrise is lovely and tells the history of Daffodils and the Tamar Valley.

#516 theoldmortuary ponders

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We had an accidental weekend of nostalgia. The high point of yesterday was going to see the recently released film Rye Lane. Just about every location had been part of our South London home life. From the very first London Park, Brockwell, where Hugo took his first small, off-the-lead puppy steps in, to Brixton Market where we bought the most amazing fruit and veg, and ate Street Food from around the world. The film cleverly never fully crossed the Thames to the better known and more Iconic north shores. The film was both a rom-com and a love letter to a part of London that, only infrequently, gets a joyful spotlight on its many different faces. I will admit that my eyes stung with a little moistness of the eyes when the film went to places that I had spent time with my family and friends from all over the world. We are now dispersed but South London was where the good times rolled.

Nostalgia of a different sort on Saturday when we caught up with the first race of the Gig Rowing season in Saltash. 85 wooden boats, crewed by 6 rowers and a cox, took part in The Three Rivers Race. I was always on the heavy side for a rower but that is exactly what is needed to keep the back of the gig in the water.

The nostalgia on this occasion took the shape of appreciating that rowing was the only team sport I ever actually loved and thrived in. My eyes stung a little with the memory of fracturing and dislocating my jaw at the back end of this gig when my paddle hit a buoy that was, unusually, made of concrete and did not move in the way that plastic ones do. Unsurprisingly the buoy came out of the encounter better than I did.

These paddles are 13 feet long and weigh just under 6 kg. A quick bang on my chops when paddle and buoy collided silenced me, a bit,for a few days but the race was both continued and lost. The true nature of the injury not realized until the swelling went down many days later.

Sometimes revisiting past pleasures is absolutely the best way to spend a weekend.

#467 theoldmortuary ponders

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After a weekend of grey weather, Monday was as bright as a button. Unfortunately the day had a schedule that would not light up anyone’s life. Just the dullest of tasks and shopping for cleaning products. But the sun was out and we really needed to harvest some vitamin D so a quick ferry trip took us to the ‘ Forgotten Corner’ of Cornwall to gather sunbeams.

Not that the two villages of Cawsand and Kingsand are in any way forgotten by us. We used to row pilot gigs for the local club.

But a much loved family member was killed in this area 7 years ago and it has taken a little while for us to feel comfortable on the roads around here. Clearly something has changed, this is our fourth visit in 6 months. Building new memories and realising how much beauty we have been missing is the tipping point. For two hours we could have been somewhere Mediterranean, even the dogs, who have no idea what Mediterranean is, basked like furry holiday-makers. No airports involved.

Sunshine really is the great embellishment of life, that and allowing time to do some healing.

Plus coffee, always coffee…