Against all weather forecasting, we seem to have landed dab in the center of the most beautiful spot in this wide world. And each day has only gotten better (..at least so far. Updated forecasting imminent).Add to this the great fun of introducing something you love (Cornwall) to someone you love (boon companion). All too satisfying.
And at least part of the reason for this contentment is the lack of television, newspapers, and radio announcing - I have ignored it all. The SconeLady wishes not to know. It sounds unfeeling, doesn't it, and I don't mean for it to be. It's just that, well, the SconeLady wishes not to know.
Such a wish is not difficult to grant, down here. It is as sweet as it can possibly be.
But we have not been idle! These days 4 and 5 in Cornwall are being filled with:
- walking hillsides that make you want to sing songs from The Sound Of Music
- visiting an ancient museum whose docents are two sweet people who smile when you come in
- watching the Brits and their dogs
- eating amazing food!
- dropping by the local pub of an evening for a bit of refreshment
- chocolate sorbet!
- drinking lots of pots of tea
The Tea Shop, St Ives
First, the museum: the docents within the museum sit side by side, kindly answering your questions and apologetically taking your two pounds (I walked in there yesterday and asked, "Do I start here?", and the gentleman said, "Oh yes, I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'm going to have to charge you 2 pounds.." Sweetheart).
The Bosigran Cliffs
They know virtually everything about the museum, and about St Ives. I learned today about the Bosigran Cliffs: it was there that the British trained the Americans to scale enormous cliffs in readiness for D-Day. Many of those brave men lost their lives on that Day, that 6th day of June 1944. They were stationed in St Ives during the training, so St Ives still feels an affinity with and for them.
Now, the dogs: the SconeLady and her husband have been enjoying watching the Brits with their dogs (especially the Golden Retrievers). And we have noticed something. When a person is walking along and comes across a dog-walker, the dog never approaches the approacher. The dog never seems to lean against a leash in order to scope out the approacher. The nose of the dog never reaches the vicinity of the approacher. This is good. My experience in California is vastly different.
In California, the dog's eyes are on me, and their noses are trying to be.
Speaking of food (weren't we?), we found the Spot, today. A place we love to sit, where we can have breakfast, and coffee, and read, and gaze out at the water. I will tell you all about it, tomorrow. In the meantime, a picture will tell at least part of the tale:
You can only imagine. It was all amazing. It was all delicious. It was all ... well, apart from one thing I didn't quite understand the presence of.
The seaweed.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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