Hi Rosemary and Andre!
Trust you are both well! Thought I'd send along a message to say hello. At the moment we are in Blackwater, enjoying the gorgeous home belonging to Gayle/Derek Seymour. They arrived at The Islay Inn this past Tuesday. We hatched our house exchange plans a year or so ago when we met them through our respective daughters, Chloë and Kriissy, who worked together at GIB. At any rate, our holiday, to date, has really been wonderful. Fantastic weather has made the trip even better.
Lazy day yesterday. After returning from about a four mile walk, with Sir James, to Etherington Farm Shop for a joint of lamb for the night's feast, Cora Lee spent the rest of the afternoon lounging outside on a chaise lounge, Spudnik keeping her company, sunning himself. For my part I was off to cycle the hills and dales as soon as Jamie had a short rest. For not having cycled in a few years, he is doing quite well with the rides he's been on so far. I took him on another short ride to show him a different route which is fairly level and loops back close to home and then left him to go further afield. Fondestos from Cora Lee to you both. Cheers, Patrizzio, Cornish Cyclist, Bon Vivant, Raconteur, Huckster and Snake Oil Salesman Extraordinaire!
Hello Cadboro Bay! Hi Ski and The Great Ronaldo! Hi Texas Tornadoes!
Trust you are both well! Have you been to Colorado? Hello Madroña Manor!
Not sure about your travel plans. Are you at home? Hello Portland! Not sure about weather in your neck of the woods but I gather it has been a fabulous summer so far in Vancouver. Can't recall if you were to take an overseas trip at some point. Hi Glasgow! Trust you and Catherine are both well! I gather it has been a fabulous summer so far in Vancouver. Must have made Folk Fest a real success. Did you listen on your deck? Have you spent much time on Pender? Hi Donna Maria and Heraldo! I gather it has been a fabulous summer so far in Vancouver. Same in Terrace!? If I remember correctly you had a very busy travel schedule yourselves. Hi Jo-Anne and Colin! Trust you are both well and enjoying fabulous hot weather, we gather Vancouver continues to bask in! Enjoy the rest of the summer. Fondestos from Cora Lee to you both. Cheers, Patrizzio!
Patrick, It sounds very interesting. Thanks again for the interesting letter. Mike
Dear Patrick and Corinne
Thanks so much for your amazing travelogue and photos. We have never been to Cornwall and the Tintagel cliffs look spectacular. What weather and what scenery. I also loved the Camelot Castle Hotel. Would love to go for a drink there. Hope the rest of your stay goes very well and that you continue to enjoy a wonderful August and September.
Things at work have been good. The weather has been amazing and I ride my bike to work and frequently this summer have thought about you and Howard. August was a favorite month for me--always remember coming to Vancouver for that fateful interview. We have been doing some tourist things this summer in Vancouver and surrounding area--I had never been to Van Dusen Gardens before so went there last weekend. Have gone to the Art Gallery a couple of times--and on a Harbour Cruise just for fun. I went river rafting on theElaho River and Squamish Rivers--it was fun and lots of Brits were on this rafting expedition. Please look at this Youtube and you will see what it was like -- I loved it--just about the right amount of rapids and restful places where we looked at the glaciers. http://youtu.be/mTDTMoVMJVQ
Anyways do take care and keep us posted as to your activities. Warmest wishes always Jo-Anne and Colin
Patrick,
Very interesting email regarding your trip to Tintagel and thank
you for the accompanying photos. Glad to hear your holiday and home
exchange are going well.
We have been busy too and have spent most of the summer away. We
came home after being in Vancouver for a couple of weeks in July then
drove to Calgary to our friend's daughter's wedding. It was a beautiful
affair outside on their lawn and the weather
was perfect (always a worry). After staying in Calgary for 4 days we
drove to Vancouver with thousands of others! The traffic moved along
well but there was sure a lot of it. We came into Vancouver over the
new Port Mann Bridge and boy was that ever nice
and so much quicker than it used to be. Spent the next 2 weeks just
enjoying Vancouver which has been having the most spectacular weather.
Saw 2 of the 3 firework shows and thought that Canada's show was
outstanding - some very unusual fireworks and lots
of colour. We also went and saw the Fly Over Canada show at the
Imax theatre and that is excellent - beautiful overview of Canada and
you feel like you are on a roller coaster part of the time as you fly up
and down steep mountain slopes. Gerry and
I were hanging on for dear life thinking why are we doing this as we
are in a chair on the floor but it is so real you really do feel your
stomach jump. Saw a couple of movies too one being
Unfinished Song which had both of us crying even though it was a bit predictable etc. and then
Twenty Feet from Stardom about back up singers which was very interesting. One lady has been a back up with the Stones on every tour since 1989.
Drove home with a stop over in Prince George on the long weekend.
Through the Caribou we had tremendous lightning storms and rain that
was so heavy that we had to slow to about 20 kph. Got home and have
been enjoying the heat of summer every since. My
word the province is really having a summer this year. You almost feel
guilty when you read about the floods and fires elsewhere.
We head back to Vancouver, flying this time, on the 21 and then
head to Vegas for the wedding on the 27th. Everyone is getting excited. Keep us posted on your adventures and give Corinne a big hug. Dawn
Trust all goes well at Pleasntville Cottage, Saltspring! Enjoyed your camping and musical adventures muchly although I was unable to open the Thursday morning link. Imagine it would have taken me to some of your stupendous pictures. All the best with wedding pasta salad!
Ayn arrives on the 16th for ten days. We are here until the end of August, then back to London. Cora Lee flies to Rome on September 2nd, I to Eurostar to Paris and then on to Béziers, close to Neffiès where I have rented a place for the month. Cora Lee joins me there, after three weeks with The Sisterhood Secret Book Club, until the 28th when we rendezvous with Flamin' and Sarge, adn two other couples, for two weeks on a canal barge on the Canal du Midi. Back to London, via Valence where we have friends, Rosemary/Andre, by October 17th. Home on the 19th. Whew! Fondestos from Cora Lee. Cheers, Patrizzio
Hi Bob!
Consider yourself contacted! Cheers, Patrizzio!
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Hi Kathryn, Patrick and I are happy to do Studio 1398 if you are running it. Otherwise whatever you need. Best Corinne
Great to hear! I will let Camilla and Heideh know that you’re willing to take on Bar 1398 again if needed. Will let you know when needs are confirmed. Kathryn
St James Infirmary Blues:
Up at 6:54am to follow my usual routine of boiling kettle, putting away last night's dishes and then settling down to check email while taking first glorious sips of my morning java, Nescafé AZERA, Barista Style Instant Coffee INTENSO, to the strains of BBC 2. About 8:00am Spudnik cried outside the kitchen door. (I have taken to keeping it closed so as not to disturb my lazybones companions, although, for their part, they continue to snore, rather loudly, without a shred of concern for my peace of mind and soul.) He nibbled a few mouthfulls of his dry food, took a few laps of water from his special, chipped coffee mug, (He insists on drinking from any unattended glass or teacup so Beware Dear Visitor to Sydney House! A stretch and a quizzical look later he padded off to parts unknown.
As I was explaining, before being interrupted by the aloof feline, the small, portable radio on kitchen counter provides incredible sound but there seems to be something wrong with volume dial and even at the lowest setting it blasts out music, boom-box style. At first I'd jammed a toothpick between the dial and the surrounding surface in order to achieve some relief but the dampening effect was uneven and temporary and the almost deafening sounds soon filled the kitchen once more. Next I tried tinfoil and using a sharp knife was able to work the foil into place to achieve a decibel level that is loud enough to make broadcasts audible but not ear drium shattering. My rather inelegant solution, (small wad of tinfoil protruding from the around the dial opening mars the look of this otherwise rather attractive portable), seems to have worked so I can listen, out of one ear, to keep abreast of local, national and international news while enjoying a wide selection of music, often familiar but not usually as predictable as the CBC 2 programs I favour back home, while listening, with the other, for memories and impressions of recent events.
Cora Lee was up first and not long afterwards her New Best Friend reappeared and I was subjected to complaints, Spudnik's, and counter-endearments, Cora Lee's, while she catered to his every whim. After the lad was mollycoddled hs mistress settled down to eat her gluten-free cereal and we co-existed in easy silence at the kitchen table. Sir James made a tousled head appearance around 9:30am and foraged for his breakfast.
By this time I had looked up a number of dental clinics in Truro and was just about to call one of them when Stefano called. Via an email of the day before he had said he would in order to clarify details of the outing we had planned for Saturday. His regular dentist would not take me as I wasn't an NHS patient and Gudrun's was in St Ives, too far away. However, he had been sent to a specialist in Truro, at some point, and said he would try to dig up the contact details. Before we hung up we agreed on Saturday's itinerary and he said he would email me phone number, address, etc., when he located the bill he had somewhere.
I thought I might as well proceed on my own so called first clinic I'd come across on my initial Google search, (Dentists Truro), but very pleasant young woman who answered informed me that the clinic didn't take emergencies. However, she did provide me with a number to a clinic she felt would be able to help me. Thanking her I then called Truro Health Park and was more than impressed with the efficient, considerate woman I talked with. She quickly informed me that she could book me and appointment at 1:30pm so I was delighted, as you can imagine, Dear Reader!
After she took down a few personal contact details and the nature of my dental problem she informed me of the cost of visit, (£222), but this was hardly an issue at this point. Timing couldn't have been better as we had planned to go into Truro anyway, to attend a free lunchtime organ recital at the Cathedral featuring Edward Symington from Westminster Cathedral, have lunch afterwards, wander around, take in the Royal Cornwall Museum and then drop Jamie to the railway station. He had to return home that night as he and Lady Patrizia were off to Oxford on Saturday to celebrate the 70th birthday of a life-long, close friend, Dyllis, from Sedbergh.
Breakfast over, (soggy Wetabix with jam for me!), I did such dishes as there were while Cora Lee iPadded and Jamie packed and stripped his bed. Slowpoke, in spite of his protestations to the contrary, wasn't ready until close to 11:30am so was glad that my appointment was two hours hence. Traffic into Truro was very heavy and we had to queue at almost every roundabout n way to town. Still, had little trouble finding Infirmary Hill where Truro Health Park is situated. Knew I could park there for free, for two hours, so we did just that. I went in to Reception just to be sure that I was in the right place and did have an appointment for 1;30pm. All was well so we strolled down the hill into town centre. Not long before we came in sight of the Cathedral's twin spires. Cora Lee had taken the bus into town a few days before so she knew her way around. Passing Ola Greek, a restaurant she had heard good things about, she suggested we meet there after the concert. (Unfortunately, I wasn't going to be able to attend organ recital as it started at 1:10pm.) Made sense as it was close to clinic and there was a public parking lot just around the corner.
Watches synchronized, coordinates verified, we proceeded into town to pursue various errands. Coriandre wanted to talk to a travel agent about flights/trains from Florence to France and I wanted to find a camera shop. Jamie's SIM card had locked when I downloaded his pictures to my laptop and I didn't know how to unlock it. I had given him the spare one I carry but really wanted it back in case I needed it myself. I was afraid that Mr Disorganized would not get around to sorting things out before we returned to London at the end of the month. We only had two days there before leaving again and I could just imagine the flood of excuses I would have to endure!
Taking the bull by the horns, we located a camera shop and friendly young man there showed us how to unlock the card. An embarrassingly simple procedure as many of my technologically savvy readers will probably know. But the simple push of a "safety" latch set into the edge of the card. Helpful lad explained its purpose was to prevent one from inadvertently deleting photographs. Sometimes the latch catches when re-inserting it into the camera and the card locks. Obviously, this is what happened when I had removed/reinserted card earlier. I assumed something of the sort but really had no idea about the physical mechanism. I thought it had something to do with a sequence of commands one needed to invoke to clear memory, under certain circumstances, after downloading. This had been the case with an earlier digital camera I first owned.
Since facilities for printing were available, I helped Jamie select the shots on my card that he wanted. Pretty efficient and cheap procedure. He ordered 15 snaps which would be ready to collect in an hour. We thanked the staff members who had helped us and went to track Cora Lee down. Found her on the corner next to one of the travel agencies. Unfortunately, for her, neither were able to book flights she needed as they only use certain carriers. Travel arrangements stalled, we made for the Cathedral itself. Magnificent, magnificent structure. Discovered that:
Truro Cathedral was the first cathedral to be built on a new site since Salisbury was started in 1220.and is one of only three cathedrals in the United Kingdom with three spires. For over 650 years no one had attempted to emulate the great cathedral builders of the medieval era. Construction began in 1880 on the site of the sixteenth century parish church of St Mary the Virgin to a design by the leading Gothic Revival architect John Loughborough Pearson. The central tower was finished by 1905 and the building was completed with the opening of the two western towers in 1910.
Had a few minutes to admire the inside, the soaring arches, the beautiful stained glass windows, the religious sculpture, and the like, so I wanderd and gazed and admired and was moved and awed. Not as large as Bath Abbey, this cathedral has an intimacy that enfolds one, wrapping one's soul in genuine spiritual calm. At least I sensed quietude and tranquility even though there were many other people around. Had said goodbye to Cora Lee and Jamie when they left to take their seats but I happened upon them, in the very front row, before I left for my appointment with Orin Scrivello D.D.S. at THP!
Short walk back up Infirmary Hill, singing St James Infirmary Blues under my breath as I approached the complex. Filled out a few forms and then was called in to a state of the art surgery. Met Dr Paula Souto, from Portugal, handed her my crown and after she took a few more details, her assistant, a kindly, older woman, seated me in the recliner, handed me my safety goggles and I opened my mouth.
Hi Goils!
Just a quick note before Gudrun and Steve collect us to take a drive to Lizard Point! Thanks, Chloë for depositing my cheque! For your part, Ayn you should think about buying Duty Free tequila if that is what you want to drink while here. Otherwise a modestly expensive malt for me for which I will reimburse you. Love and Cheers, Dad!
01872 262767 07828 203142 (Mobile)oceandental.co.uk
Very easy to find (it
is near the Crown Court building so you had better not hang around or
they could find some crime to charge you with!) Stefano
Patrizio!
Many thanks for your missive. Sounds like you are having a grand time!
I am thrilled to hear that you both are interested in volunteering again this year and that you will be back in time. I
am assuming that you’d be happy to run the bar at Studio 1398 again? I
ask without knowing for sure that we’re going to have that bar stocked
and running
again….will let you know of course but for now I am just checking in
and raising the question. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you’d rather do
something else.
Have a terrific time away!
Kathryn
Hi Kathryn, Patrick and I are happy to do Studio 1398 if you are running it. Otherwise whatever you need. Best Corinne
Great to hear! I will let Camilla and Heideh know that you’re willing to take on Bar 1398 again if needed. Will let you know when needs are confirmed. Kathryn
St James Infirmary Blues:
Up at 6:54am to follow my usual routine of boiling kettle, putting away last night's dishes and then settling down to check email while taking first glorious sips of my morning java, Nescafé AZERA, Barista Style Instant Coffee INTENSO, to the strains of BBC 2. About 8:00am Spudnik cried outside the kitchen door. (I have taken to keeping it closed so as not to disturb my lazybones companions, although, for their part, they continue to snore, rather loudly, without a shred of concern for my peace of mind and soul.) He nibbled a few mouthfulls of his dry food, took a few laps of water from his special, chipped coffee mug, (He insists on drinking from any unattended glass or teacup so Beware Dear Visitor to Sydney House! A stretch and a quizzical look later he padded off to parts unknown.
As I was explaining, before being interrupted by the aloof feline, the small, portable radio on kitchen counter provides incredible sound but there seems to be something wrong with volume dial and even at the lowest setting it blasts out music, boom-box style. At first I'd jammed a toothpick between the dial and the surrounding surface in order to achieve some relief but the dampening effect was uneven and temporary and the almost deafening sounds soon filled the kitchen once more. Next I tried tinfoil and using a sharp knife was able to work the foil into place to achieve a decibel level that is loud enough to make broadcasts audible but not ear drium shattering. My rather inelegant solution, (small wad of tinfoil protruding from the around the dial opening mars the look of this otherwise rather attractive portable), seems to have worked so I can listen, out of one ear, to keep abreast of local, national and international news while enjoying a wide selection of music, often familiar but not usually as predictable as the CBC 2 programs I favour back home, while listening, with the other, for memories and impressions of recent events.
Cora Lee was up first and not long afterwards her New Best Friend reappeared and I was subjected to complaints, Spudnik's, and counter-endearments, Cora Lee's, while she catered to his every whim. After the lad was mollycoddled hs mistress settled down to eat her gluten-free cereal and we co-existed in easy silence at the kitchen table. Sir James made a tousled head appearance around 9:30am and foraged for his breakfast.
By this time I had looked up a number of dental clinics in Truro and was just about to call one of them when Stefano called. Via an email of the day before he had said he would in order to clarify details of the outing we had planned for Saturday. His regular dentist would not take me as I wasn't an NHS patient and Gudrun's was in St Ives, too far away. However, he had been sent to a specialist in Truro, at some point, and said he would try to dig up the contact details. Before we hung up we agreed on Saturday's itinerary and he said he would email me phone number, address, etc., when he located the bill he had somewhere.
I thought I might as well proceed on my own so called first clinic I'd come across on my initial Google search, (Dentists Truro), but very pleasant young woman who answered informed me that the clinic didn't take emergencies. However, she did provide me with a number to a clinic she felt would be able to help me. Thanking her I then called Truro Health Park and was more than impressed with the efficient, considerate woman I talked with. She quickly informed me that she could book me and appointment at 1:30pm so I was delighted, as you can imagine, Dear Reader!
After she took down a few personal contact details and the nature of my dental problem she informed me of the cost of visit, (£222), but this was hardly an issue at this point. Timing couldn't have been better as we had planned to go into Truro anyway, to attend a free lunchtime organ recital at the Cathedral featuring Edward Symington from Westminster Cathedral, have lunch afterwards, wander around, take in the Royal Cornwall Museum and then drop Jamie to the railway station. He had to return home that night as he and Lady Patrizia were off to Oxford on Saturday to celebrate the 70th birthday of a life-long, close friend, Dyllis, from Sedbergh.
Breakfast over, (soggy Wetabix with jam for me!), I did such dishes as there were while Cora Lee iPadded and Jamie packed and stripped his bed. Slowpoke, in spite of his protestations to the contrary, wasn't ready until close to 11:30am so was glad that my appointment was two hours hence. Traffic into Truro was very heavy and we had to queue at almost every roundabout n way to town. Still, had little trouble finding Infirmary Hill where Truro Health Park is situated. Knew I could park there for free, for two hours, so we did just that. I went in to Reception just to be sure that I was in the right place and did have an appointment for 1;30pm. All was well so we strolled down the hill into town centre. Not long before we came in sight of the Cathedral's twin spires. Cora Lee had taken the bus into town a few days before so she knew her way around. Passing Ola Greek, a restaurant she had heard good things about, she suggested we meet there after the concert. (Unfortunately, I wasn't going to be able to attend organ recital as it started at 1:10pm.) Made sense as it was close to clinic and there was a public parking lot just around the corner.
Watches synchronized, coordinates verified, we proceeded into town to pursue various errands. Coriandre wanted to talk to a travel agent about flights/trains from Florence to France and I wanted to find a camera shop. Jamie's SIM card had locked when I downloaded his pictures to my laptop and I didn't know how to unlock it. I had given him the spare one I carry but really wanted it back in case I needed it myself. I was afraid that Mr Disorganized would not get around to sorting things out before we returned to London at the end of the month. We only had two days there before leaving again and I could just imagine the flood of excuses I would have to endure!
Taking the bull by the horns, we located a camera shop and friendly young man there showed us how to unlock the card. An embarrassingly simple procedure as many of my technologically savvy readers will probably know. But the simple push of a "safety" latch set into the edge of the card. Helpful lad explained its purpose was to prevent one from inadvertently deleting photographs. Sometimes the latch catches when re-inserting it into the camera and the card locks. Obviously, this is what happened when I had removed/reinserted card earlier. I assumed something of the sort but really had no idea about the physical mechanism. I thought it had something to do with a sequence of commands one needed to invoke to clear memory, under certain circumstances, after downloading. This had been the case with an earlier digital camera I first owned.
Since facilities for printing were available, I helped Jamie select the shots on my card that he wanted. Pretty efficient and cheap procedure. He ordered 15 snaps which would be ready to collect in an hour. We thanked the staff members who had helped us and went to track Cora Lee down. Found her on the corner next to one of the travel agencies. Unfortunately, for her, neither were able to book flights she needed as they only use certain carriers. Travel arrangements stalled, we made for the Cathedral itself. Magnificent, magnificent structure. Discovered that:
Truro Cathedral was the first cathedral to be built on a new site since Salisbury was started in 1220.and is one of only three cathedrals in the United Kingdom with three spires. For over 650 years no one had attempted to emulate the great cathedral builders of the medieval era. Construction began in 1880 on the site of the sixteenth century parish church of St Mary the Virgin to a design by the leading Gothic Revival architect John Loughborough Pearson. The central tower was finished by 1905 and the building was completed with the opening of the two western towers in 1910.
Had a few minutes to admire the inside, the soaring arches, the beautiful stained glass windows, the religious sculpture, and the like, so I wanderd and gazed and admired and was moved and awed. Not as large as Bath Abbey, this cathedral has an intimacy that enfolds one, wrapping one's soul in genuine spiritual calm. At least I sensed quietude and tranquility even though there were many other people around. Had said goodbye to Cora Lee and Jamie when they left to take their seats but I happened upon them, in the very front row, before I left for my appointment with Orin Scrivello D.D.S. at THP!
Short walk back up Infirmary Hill, singing St James Infirmary Blues under my breath as I approached the complex. Filled out a few forms and then was called in to a state of the art surgery. Met Dr Paula Souto, from Portugal, handed her my crown and after she took a few more details, her assistant, a kindly, older woman, seated me in the recliner, handed me my safety goggles and I opened my mouth.
Hi Goils!
Just a quick note before Gudrun and Steve collect us to take a drive to Lizard Point! Thanks, Chloë for depositing my cheque! For your part, Ayn you should think about buying Duty Free tequila if that is what you want to drink while here. Otherwise a modestly expensive malt for me for which I will reimburse you. Love and Cheers, Dad!
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