Something in this winning sunrise drove us out to pasture today. It was clear, calm, and beautiful, with sweet puffy clouds drifting along. And we wanted very much to find our favorite cottage somewhere in the midst of the pasturelands of Cornwall.
We dashed out of our blue door and down 47 steep steps, this time wearing short pants, sweaters with long sleeves, and me in a scarf (real men don't wear scarfs). Coats? Who needed coats? Coats would be too warm on this best of all days.
Up we climbed into a little red bus (16A) whose driver promised he would get us to Zennor, its ancient church, its delightful pub (The Tinner's Arms), and its Coffin Trail. There are no words that can quite describe this journey, so perhaps I can just use photos, and the word 'perfect':
(We were unable to identify any deaf cats along the way)
The cottage along the way
Years ago we had walked this trail and made a mistaken left turning, toward the sea. It was pretty and everything, but it meant we had to walk far more miles than we wanted to. We, including my sister and her husband, were already exhausted. But we came upon this amazing cottage in the middle of almost nowhere! This cottage was so sweet and so perfect that we deemed it very much worth the distance. Later on we learned that the cottage belonged to a well known and wealthy musician (whose name we would recognize if we heard it - but the Man Who Knew wouldn't tell us). The property included a huge state-of-the-art music studio where many famous songs were recorded (but the Man Who Knew wouldn't TELL US!). We fell in love with it. And now we wanted to see it again.
The SconeLady's husband was a Navigator in the Air Force for many years. Because of his confidence in navigation, he/we took the mistaken left turning, and came upon the darling thing again.
I feel it was very rude that the Man Who Knew kept it a secret. I wouldn't tell a soul! Honest...
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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