A small remembrance of something more solid

Chûn Quoit.

Lanyon Quoit.

The world's worst tea towel holder (a birthday present for Guy from some "friends").

Abracadabra!

Bee on the buddleia.

I kind of like knitting!

Hay bales near St. Erth.

Pickwick sleeping on the summer house roof.

Eeeek! A wasps' nest!

The lovely Morrab Gardens in Penzance.

Casa Kestle.

A statue in the sunken Italian garden at Trevarno Estate.

St. Ives harbour at low tide.

The neighbours' apple tree is looking very nice!

It'll be some time before I can have blackberry crumble.

Guy's birthday cake, only a week late.

I needed to do some clothing repairs.

A field near the farmshop.

People on the rocks at Marazion in the late afternoon. (This isn't a black and white photo - that was the actual colour of the light!)

Look what we have! Look what we have!

The only good thing about an eight-hour train ride is having all that time to read!

How I've missed the Manorbier sheep!

Mr. Goose in the garden at Rose Cottage was the only one who enjoyed all the rain.

The 6th century Latin inscription on the Caldey Stone in St. Illtud's Church on Caldey Island. There's also some ogham writing around the edges of the stone, but it isn't visible in the photo.

Willie's very handsome cousin George in the garden at Rose Cottage.

A rather damp alpaca at Lamphey Show.

The better part of a day spent making Welsh cakes on the Rayburn - 650 in total - all for nothing.

My Aunt Jayne put some teabags and a lovely teapot with cups and saucers on the dressing table in the room I was staying in.

The aftermath. Or some of it.

I took loads of photos at the barbecue, but I think this is my favourite. Two beautiful girlies!

There's nothing nicer than an empty train!