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We had a nice week. Picnic weather it was not, although we did once, just because.....

It didn't rain like the weather forecast said it would. It snowed. Midweek, we had this:



That is the view from the back of the cottage we go to, looking towards the fenced, ornamental duck pond. (There is another for wild birds further down the meadow.)

This isn't terribly clear, but nice enough - the view from the front door of the cottage, looking on to the "quadrangle" in the middle.



This al used to be part of a fully-operational farm. Now it is mainly a holiday enterprise - and a jolly good one, too - but they still manage the farm on almost organic principles, and keep some sheep and cattle. It is a lovely place to stay, well off the road and therefore very quiet and peaceful.

We did have a fair bit of very chilly sunshine, and after doing our ritual trip to Carley's to stock up[ on organic foodie essentials, like a very acceptable Duchy Ale (I am so glad Charlie-boy can get something right....), I couldn't resist photographing this. So healthy!



Apart from visiting DMIL, who seemed reasonably ok considering she is 90 and lives entirely on her own, we have other ritual things we like to do. Most favourite is always, but always visiting Hemmick. One of the best things about going down to Cornwall in February is that there are not too many folk around, so we can get the car in to the teeny weeny bit of land one is not supposed to park on, according to the National Trust (meant to use the proper carpark up the top of the long, extremely narrow hill to one side of the cove (another one similar goes up the other side. Access is....fun.) We were the only people there, both times, oh joy.









The astute will realise that these were taken on two occasions. We had lovely sun for most of one visit, the second was much darker and colder. Oh, and don't have any fears about me abandoning the DSM to the rising tide. There is another gap in the rocks just a few feet further up the beach. Mind you, children do really enjoy leaping across the encroaching waves at the very last moment.....

I did some knitting and spinning. I'll log that tomorrow.