Hi Patrick and Corinne
We visited the theatre in 1979 when the children were 1 and 3, the
year before we left for Australia. It was a sunny afternoon and an
American lady remarked that it was the most beautiful setting she had
ever seen.
Puzzled to hear of Ilkley players appearing in Cornwall?
We had William overnight so Laura and Ed could get out for the
evening. Took him back to Harrogate and had lunch together. Ed is
settling into life at the hospital and we are seeing a bit more of them.
I have recovered from the initial infection but based on blood test
I have been given further anti-biotics. Consequently I am being careful
about cycling.
It has continued warm here but with one or two heavy showers- more
expected today and tomorrow. Listening to Test Match as I write and
hoping the weather will rescue England.
Did you get the message from Evans about your carrying case?
Are you intending to visit the Eden Project?
Hope you continue to enjoy yourselves.
Best wishes
Jim and Chris
I had not heard from Evans, since arriving, so I was planning to send them a message inquiring about status of bag. Then I received your message and based on that I sent them our address, etc. Had one back this morning saying it should arrive Tuesday or Wednesday. Thanks again for being the go-between and doing so with such good grace and patience.
We certainly enjoyed Minack although we didn't have the weather you
described! It poured quite heavily about 6:45pm, shortly after we were
in our seats, wonderfully placed in Lower Tier so we were almost on
stage! Since we were prepared for the worst we were
not too, too badly off although others complained more about being wet
than I did. I was wearing shorts so didn't have a much clothing to soak
up water and my Crocs were almost perfect footware for such a situation.
We were about halfway through our picnic
lunch, Cornish pasties, (even a gluten-free one for Cora Lee), and red
wine when the deluge struck. I simply used my plate to keep my wine from
being diluted and ate my delicious pastie a tad more quickly than I
otherwise would have done.
Rain stopped about half an hour later and it really was a gorgeous evening for remainder of night. We quite liked the Ilkley production and I gather from talking to the chap next to me, (He was the Stage Manager for the following show and it was fascinating to hear all about what is involved in putting on such a run. Ilkley people had to take down all the sets after the performance to make place ready for next group so my neighbour suggested they'd be at it until 2:00am if not later!), that theatrical associations, (basically amateur groups as far as I could tell), across the country submit proposals a year or two in advance. Based on reputation, proven track record, material, etc., they are chosen to appear. They receive 10% of ticket sales and three years ago his team pulled in £20,000 so it was quite lucrative, although a huge amount of work over the course of the week's run.
Might see it we can take in a matinee performance later this week as a close friend, Jamie Gairdner, the Sedbergh connection, arrives from London tomorrow and I know he would like to go. Cora Lee would like to visit the Eden Project as well so more than plenty to do and then there is cycling, of course!
I was finally back in the saddle again, this past Thursday, since the completely unexpected, wonderful Bath to Bristol ride, week ago Friday! Lovely sunny day when I left Sydney House, at a few minutes before noon, with Trelissick Garden, Feock as my goal. About 9 miles and a fairly straight cross country line, at least from Google Maps' point of view. Had little trouble after I crossed over the A390 and made for Chacewater as I had planned to do. Think I did a triangular loop towards Threemilestone, or thereabouts, and back to or close to Chacewater. Still find signage difficult to follow, if it exists, but also because there are so many tiny, country roads/lanes leading off in all directions that not knowing the territory it is very easy to become snarled up and lose one's sense of direction altogether.
This is just what happened after I made a wrong turn, or at least I thought it was a wrong turn. I'd only been over intended route once, day before, when we drove it with Derek and Gayle. One thing to have someone point out turns and other landmarks but quite another to fix all this confusing information in one's mind. Wasn't overly worried, however, as I knew I would eventually find a village that was somewhat familiar and be able to get my bearings or, at the very worst, have to stop and ask for directions! Felt pretty comfortable, even after ascending longest, but not the steepest hill, I'd encountered since arriving, Cusgarne Hill, leading, I thought, to Mount Wellington Mine. (MW Tin mine is two miles east of the village of St Day opened in 1976 and was the first new mine in the region in many years. With the fall of tin prices and the withdrawal of pumping subsidies, the mine finally closed in 1991.)
Pleased that I had made the long, strenuous pull, brambles trying to scratch me whenever the few cars passed me on the narrow, one lane, paved though fairly rough suraface, and I hugged the side, I decided to retrace my steps as I was nohwere near where I had really wanted to be and saw no evidence, at all, of the abandoned mine, (The landscape, at least in this part of the countryside, is dotted with mine stacks and their adjoining wheel houses), not even a sign.
Enjoyed riding back down Cusgarne Hill but couldn't really put on any speed due to bumpy ride and concern about meeting a vehicle on the twisting course. After reaching the bottom of the hill somehow found myself in Frogpool, a village I had not ridden through on way to ascend hill so I was rather flummoxed. Nevertheless, when I came across a sign for Bissoe I thought the name sounded familiar so I made for it but once I reached that community I realized I was heading back towards Cusgarne. Not really relishing another climb up the tortuous hill, I turned around and eventually followed a sign for Canon Downs, another name that vaguely registered. After a fairly long climb up to this community I was then faced with a fairly steep descent. Knowing that what goes down must come up, at least as far as cycling is concerned, I was not altogether happy as I was worried it would lead to another steep climb!
To my great surprise I realized I was going in something of an irregular circle for I was back in Bissoe! Fortunately, there was a bike hire shop in a small mini-mall there, (I ridden by it twice already!), and Tony, from the kitchen in the café there, was even more helpful. He described route I needed to follow and pointed out a right turn just across the road from the local petrol station. Thanking him I set off with renewed vigour, taking the turn for United Downs and really enjoyed the ride along the valley bottom, coming first to Twelveheads, a tiny village, and then on into Chacewater, a larger community.
After leaving Chacewater I thought I was home-free but instead of taking Station Road I took Chacewater Hill, through Greenbottom and into Threemilestone. To my dismay, I found myself on a fairly busy road, Chyvelah Road, as it turned out, and I was forced to stop at a business estate to ask a chap on small tractor mower for directions to Blackwater. He told me to turn around and simply follow the road I was on and it would take me to my stated destination. Wasn't completely sure that he knew what he was talking about or just wanted to get rid of me or if I was so completely turned around that I was destined to wander for eternity so I thought I'd seek a second opinion, planning to stop as soon as I encountered another local.
Not far along, I asked two young girls, doing some yard work, for directions. They deferred to their grandmother and she was very helpful, even begging me to take special care on the busy road. Followed her directions as best I could but after a few more inevitable wrong turns, I made a loop and found myself on the A390, even busier road, so not a thoroughfare I particularly wanted to ride upon. By this time I really didn't know which way to turn. As it turned out, not surprisingly, I made the wrong decision and ended up going in the opposite direction I needed to follow. After cycling for a a couple of miles, I thought I was probably making for Truro and not particularly wanting to go there, I pulled into a Park and Ride complex, close to Threemilestone, not far from where I'd last asked for directions! From past experience I knew such places were often found outside fairly large towns, parking being such a nightmare most everywhere in Britain.
At any rate, I hailed the first person I encountered and it happened to be a very helpful gentleman, indeed. He patiently walked me through the directions he provided, a number of times, as by then I was over-compensating, having already made so many wrong turns, repeating everything twice to try and imbed it in my confused brain. For some reason I felt I had to turn right at a given point and he insisted it was left. He smiled each time I questioned him anew. Finally I had it straight. Thanking him profusely I followed the fairly simple directions, first turning left at the roundabout at the exit to the P & R to return along the A390. Felt like I was back on The Island Highway, between Nanoose Bay and Lantzville, as I was on a very narrow, marked shoulder, with almost a continuous stream of traffic, HGV, (Heavy Goods Vehicles, Dear Reader, should you not be familiar with this initialism), and commuters for a mile or more.
Gritting my teeth and putting my head down I soldiered on and finally the promised first roundabout came into view. The Chiverton Roundabout is a very large roundabout and I approached it with trepidation, knowing full well the amount of traffic I could expect to find queuing there. Fortunately, I was able to insert myself into the lane I needed to be in as there were a about five or six cars already waiting to enter the maelstrom and as soon as there was a break in the side traffic I held my breath and took off. Although I had the right of way the two HGV drivers waiting to enter probably took pity on me and allowed me to get well clear before they roared after me.
Once through, I was on a far less busy thoroughfare and almost immediately came upon the final, smaller roundabout and forcing myself not to turn right I followed instructions and was finally heading down into Blackwater. Cannot tell you how much I enjoyed whizzing down the hill to the village, sailing past The Red Lion Pub and then Seymour House, on my right, came into view. Had decided I'd ride up the hill leading out of town, south towards Redruth. Just wanted to see what was at the top. Found Scorrier Industrial Park there so after crossing a bridge over the A30, to Penzance, turned around there and made for home. Pleased as punch to ride into the gravel car park with 57.25 K on the clock!
Detailed stats below, for the benefit of cyclists everywhere:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/351729252#.Ufp-vDyAGXk.email
Loads more to tell but thought that you might enjoy the more sedate, "guided" ride I took with Derek, on Saturday morning, to St Agnes:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352565153#.Ufz4-2qzW0c.email
Shortest ride to date, (16mi/25.7495 km), but a truly wonderful route, out via Mithian. Some pretty challenging hills, particularly ones coming out of St Agnes, (bit steeper at start but thereafter about as long as the UBC Foreshore Hill), through rolling hills, along high, hedgerow lined, narrow country roads and often through beautiful, over-arching tree tunnels, cool respites from the fairy strong wind along the coast. Gorgeous vistas there, however, looking over the Bristol Channel/Celtic Sea and then the Atlantic to North America. Did a loop, on Beacon Drive, around the St Agnes Beacon, [It is,"considered the most prominent feature of the Heritage coastline. The National Trust landmark's name comes from the Cornish name 'Bryanick'. 'Beacon' is a word of Anglo-Saxon origin referring to the use of a hill summit for a warning signal fire. During the Napoleonic Wars a guard was stationed on the hill to look out for French ships and light a warning fire on seeing any."Futhermore, St Agnes Beacon "and the surrounding cliff tops are one of the last remnants of a huge tract of heathland which once spread across Cornwall."], then back into St Agnes to return via a Goonbell and Mount Hawke, passing the Brian Etherington Meat Company in Scorrier, near the top of the hill at the other end of Blackwater. Derek turned of at Sydney House while I kept on down the road to add a few more klicks to the odometre, turning off on a road which is eventually leads to Chacewater. Only followed it as far as the A30 underpass and then retraced my steps home.
Had a quick shower and a bite to eat and then we piled into the Rover, (last model produced before company went into receivership in 2005), and we made for Falmouth, to have a quick overview of town. Lovely beaches there and we circled Pendennis Castle, (Cornish: Kastel Penndinas), one of "Henry VIII's Device Forts, or Henrician castle, in Cornwall. It was built in 1539 to guard the entrance to the River Fal on its west bank, near Falmouth. St Mawes Castle is its opposite number on the east bank and they were built to defend Carrick Roads from the French and Spanish threats of future attack." Stopped at a lookout on Pendennis Point and enjoyed the bays filled with colourful sailboats. Even noticed two or three sets of fins, (presumably belonging to swimmers from the dive school nearbye), in the cold, green, clear water, so clear one could see the underlying rocks to quite a depth.
Next out of Falmouth towards Devoran and after we parked, as close to the water as possible, walked down to the tiny beach, [Had brought along my Garmin, (Satellites, Dear Reader, Satellites!), as I wanted to track our walk:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352665047#.Uf0jvgIFV88.email
Was annoyed that I had not done so when we took a much longer ramble along the coast near Penzance, the day before.], near Restronguet Creek where we ambled along a path lined with charming cottages, (mostly country getaways for Londoners), to the Pandora Inn, parts of which date from the 13th century, named after the ship that was sent to capture the mutineers of the Bounty. Hard to believe that it was severely damaged by fire in March 2011. However the building has been carefully restored and it re-opened for business almost exactly a year later. while waiting for Cora Lee to buy drinks for everyone, (lemonade for me but draft cider for CL, Carlsberg lager for G/D), I wandered through some of the downstairs rooms, marveling at the magnificent flagstone floors, low-beamed ceilings and a delightful scale-model of the Pandora. Outside we enjoyed the sunshine and people watched the holidayers on the crowded patio wharf which stretches out into the water. Gayle and Derek pointed out the letter box set into the wall next to the entrance. After the 2012 Olympics the Royal Mail painted more than 100 of its iconic, red post or letter boxes gold to celebrate every Team GB and ParalympicsGB gold medal won.
Strolled back to the car and then made our way to the A30, bypassing Redruth to stop in Scorrier where we visited the Etehrington Farm Shop, a great place to buy meat and all sorts of other things, from olive oil to vegetables, as we had planned to cook dinner for Gayle and Derek, on the morrow, when they would be busy packing!
Home to get the house ready as G/D were hosting a wine and cheese party for Derek's three sisters and their husbands, as well as Mark's parents, Gudrun and Steve, that evening. We'd met G/S a year or so ago, in Vancouver, when they'd been to see Krissy and Mark but they wanted us to meet the others. I vacuumed, (more in order to learn how to use the Dyson than because the carpet needed hoovering), while Cora Lee helped set the dining room table and dusted while Derek put together a fabulous array of food: cheese plates, cold meat platters, a huge dish of scallop, avocado, king shrimp and tri-coloured pasta, (smaller dish of gluten-free pasta for Cora Lee), along with grapes, olives, stuffed peppers and cherry tomatoes, crackers and dips, mustards and chutneys. For dessert Gayle had baked a wonderful gluten-free cake with pears that morning and then she made a large fruit salad when Derek was finished in the kitchen.
Everything was in place about 5:45pm so I had a quick rinse and then changed out of my vacuuming outfit to something acceptable to the Fashion Polizei. It was a gorgeous, sunny and not too, too windy so we decided to have drinks on the patio. Needed twelve chairs so Cora Lee and I carried out cushions and some breakfast nook seats and had most things arranged when Audrey, (oldest sister), and Brian, from Truro, arrived. Introduced ourselves and then Maureen, (youngest), and Bill, who live downstairs, (Sydney House was converted into a duplex after the to couples purchased it.), came up the garden path, followed by Margaret, (middle sister), and Barry, a retired tin miner. They live in Mount Hawke. Had everyone seated and settled with drinks when Gudrun and Steve, (They live in from Pool, not far from Redruth.), arrived. We sat around and chatted, enjoying the late afternoon sun, getting to know each other.
Close to 8:00pm dinner was announced and we made our way to the heaping table, settling around the sitting room to enjoy the more than delicious fare. Think most of the guests went back fro second helpings. I know I did. We continued to visit and everyone seemed to enjoy playing the silly game we've often played at the Islay, recount your earliest childhood memory. In fact, a number of people insisted on telling the assembled about more than one memory. Of particular interest, to me at least, was hearing about the memories from times during WW II, of Morrison and Anderson bomb shelters, of rationing and unexploded ordinance.
Close to 11:00pm I announced it was time for the guests to leave. While there were some complaints most really did want to go home anyway so although there were some half-hearted complaints we all parted on good terms, hoping to see more of each other over the course of our stay. While I ushered people out the door, rest of gang cleared table and loaded dishwasher. Gudrun and Steve were last to leave as they wanted to try to set a date for us to come for dinner this coming week. We chatted for a bit and then they said their goodbyes. Everyone was ready for bed by then so we bade one another goodnight and made for our beds. I didn't think I'd be able to keep my eyes open, once I'd brushed and flossed, but I did manage to read a few pages, having to do with a couple of secondary characters, basically chapters I'd read a few nights ago and which I was so sleepy, at the time, that I couldn't remember having read them in the first place! Of late, Cora Lee has continued to read after I have turned off my bedside lamp but this time she switched off her light as soon as I did. Perfect temperature for a sound sleep so I mumbled a barely audible "Good Night, Darling", and drifted off, blissfully.
Fondestos from Cora Lee to you both. Cheers, Il Conduttore/Patrizzio!
Pics: Looking towards Land's End; Gayle, Derek and Cora Lee in front of a typical still, "a kissing gate", on our coast walk, near Porthcurno; heather and yellow gorse flowers; buildings in distance are actually the Land's End complex, a mini-DisneyWorld type of attraction that holds no interest or attraction for us, although we may park nearbye, where parking is free, at some point during our month long stay, and walk to the natural Land's End, the most westerly point of Cornwall/England;
different beach types and flowers along this wild, ruggedly beautiful coastline; Minack Theatre where we saw a production of Wuthering Heights; swan taking a drink of fresh water from a streamlet, Pandora Inn; interior of pub; gold painted letterbox; Farm Shop and butcher cutting our Sunday dinner!
- Carol Riera Like your rainbow hearts. They are so apropos!
Hi Jim and Chris!
I had not heard from Evans, since arriving, so I was planning to send them a message inquiring about status of bag. Then I received your message and based on that I sent them our address, etc. Had one back this morning saying it should arrive Tuesday or Wednesday. Thanks again for being the go-between and doing so with such good grace and patience.
Rain stopped about half an hour later and it really was a gorgeous evening for remainder of night. We quite liked the Ilkley production and I gather from talking to the chap next to me, (He was the Stage Manager for the following show and it was fascinating to hear all about what is involved in putting on such a run. Ilkley people had to take down all the sets after the performance to make place ready for next group so my neighbour suggested they'd be at it until 2:00am if not later!), that theatrical associations, (basically amateur groups as far as I could tell), across the country submit proposals a year or two in advance. Based on reputation, proven track record, material, etc., they are chosen to appear. They receive 10% of ticket sales and three years ago his team pulled in £20,000 so it was quite lucrative, although a huge amount of work over the course of the week's run.
Might see it we can take in a matinee performance later this week as a close friend, Jamie Gairdner, the Sedbergh connection, arrives from London tomorrow and I know he would like to go. Cora Lee would like to visit the Eden Project as well so more than plenty to do and then there is cycling, of course!
I was finally back in the saddle again, this past Thursday, since the completely unexpected, wonderful Bath to Bristol ride, week ago Friday! Lovely sunny day when I left Sydney House, at a few minutes before noon, with Trelissick Garden, Feock as my goal. About 9 miles and a fairly straight cross country line, at least from Google Maps' point of view. Had little trouble after I crossed over the A390 and made for Chacewater as I had planned to do. Think I did a triangular loop towards Threemilestone, or thereabouts, and back to or close to Chacewater. Still find signage difficult to follow, if it exists, but also because there are so many tiny, country roads/lanes leading off in all directions that not knowing the territory it is very easy to become snarled up and lose one's sense of direction altogether.
This is just what happened after I made a wrong turn, or at least I thought it was a wrong turn. I'd only been over intended route once, day before, when we drove it with Derek and Gayle. One thing to have someone point out turns and other landmarks but quite another to fix all this confusing information in one's mind. Wasn't overly worried, however, as I knew I would eventually find a village that was somewhat familiar and be able to get my bearings or, at the very worst, have to stop and ask for directions! Felt pretty comfortable, even after ascending longest, but not the steepest hill, I'd encountered since arriving, Cusgarne Hill, leading, I thought, to Mount Wellington Mine. (MW Tin mine is two miles east of the village of St Day opened in 1976 and was the first new mine in the region in many years. With the fall of tin prices and the withdrawal of pumping subsidies, the mine finally closed in 1991.)
Pleased that I had made the long, strenuous pull, brambles trying to scratch me whenever the few cars passed me on the narrow, one lane, paved though fairly rough suraface, and I hugged the side, I decided to retrace my steps as I was nohwere near where I had really wanted to be and saw no evidence, at all, of the abandoned mine, (The landscape, at least in this part of the countryside, is dotted with mine stacks and their adjoining wheel houses), not even a sign.
Enjoyed riding back down Cusgarne Hill but couldn't really put on any speed due to bumpy ride and concern about meeting a vehicle on the twisting course. After reaching the bottom of the hill somehow found myself in Frogpool, a village I had not ridden through on way to ascend hill so I was rather flummoxed. Nevertheless, when I came across a sign for Bissoe I thought the name sounded familiar so I made for it but once I reached that community I realized I was heading back towards Cusgarne. Not really relishing another climb up the tortuous hill, I turned around and eventually followed a sign for Canon Downs, another name that vaguely registered. After a fairly long climb up to this community I was then faced with a fairly steep descent. Knowing that what goes down must come up, at least as far as cycling is concerned, I was not altogether happy as I was worried it would lead to another steep climb!
To my great surprise I realized I was going in something of an irregular circle for I was back in Bissoe! Fortunately, there was a bike hire shop in a small mini-mall there, (I ridden by it twice already!), and Tony, from the kitchen in the café there, was even more helpful. He described route I needed to follow and pointed out a right turn just across the road from the local petrol station. Thanking him I set off with renewed vigour, taking the turn for United Downs and really enjoyed the ride along the valley bottom, coming first to Twelveheads, a tiny village, and then on into Chacewater, a larger community.
After leaving Chacewater I thought I was home-free but instead of taking Station Road I took Chacewater Hill, through Greenbottom and into Threemilestone. To my dismay, I found myself on a fairly busy road, Chyvelah Road, as it turned out, and I was forced to stop at a business estate to ask a chap on small tractor mower for directions to Blackwater. He told me to turn around and simply follow the road I was on and it would take me to my stated destination. Wasn't completely sure that he knew what he was talking about or just wanted to get rid of me or if I was so completely turned around that I was destined to wander for eternity so I thought I'd seek a second opinion, planning to stop as soon as I encountered another local.
Not far along, I asked two young girls, doing some yard work, for directions. They deferred to their grandmother and she was very helpful, even begging me to take special care on the busy road. Followed her directions as best I could but after a few more inevitable wrong turns, I made a loop and found myself on the A390, even busier road, so not a thoroughfare I particularly wanted to ride upon. By this time I really didn't know which way to turn. As it turned out, not surprisingly, I made the wrong decision and ended up going in the opposite direction I needed to follow. After cycling for a a couple of miles, I thought I was probably making for Truro and not particularly wanting to go there, I pulled into a Park and Ride complex, close to Threemilestone, not far from where I'd last asked for directions! From past experience I knew such places were often found outside fairly large towns, parking being such a nightmare most everywhere in Britain.
At any rate, I hailed the first person I encountered and it happened to be a very helpful gentleman, indeed. He patiently walked me through the directions he provided, a number of times, as by then I was over-compensating, having already made so many wrong turns, repeating everything twice to try and imbed it in my confused brain. For some reason I felt I had to turn right at a given point and he insisted it was left. He smiled each time I questioned him anew. Finally I had it straight. Thanking him profusely I followed the fairly simple directions, first turning left at the roundabout at the exit to the P & R to return along the A390. Felt like I was back on The Island Highway, between Nanoose Bay and Lantzville, as I was on a very narrow, marked shoulder, with almost a continuous stream of traffic, HGV, (Heavy Goods Vehicles, Dear Reader, should you not be familiar with this initialism), and commuters for a mile or more.
Gritting my teeth and putting my head down I soldiered on and finally the promised first roundabout came into view. The Chiverton Roundabout is a very large roundabout and I approached it with trepidation, knowing full well the amount of traffic I could expect to find queuing there. Fortunately, I was able to insert myself into the lane I needed to be in as there were a about five or six cars already waiting to enter the maelstrom and as soon as there was a break in the side traffic I held my breath and took off. Although I had the right of way the two HGV drivers waiting to enter probably took pity on me and allowed me to get well clear before they roared after me.
Once through, I was on a far less busy thoroughfare and almost immediately came upon the final, smaller roundabout and forcing myself not to turn right I followed instructions and was finally heading down into Blackwater. Cannot tell you how much I enjoyed whizzing down the hill to the village, sailing past The Red Lion Pub and then Seymour House, on my right, came into view. Had decided I'd ride up the hill leading out of town, south towards Redruth. Just wanted to see what was at the top. Found Scorrier Industrial Park there so after crossing a bridge over the A30, to Penzance, turned around there and made for home. Pleased as punch to ride into the gravel car park with 57.25 K on the clock!
Detailed stats below, for the benefit of cyclists everywhere:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/351729252#.Ufp-vDyAGXk.email
Loads more to tell but thought that you might enjoy the more sedate, "guided" ride I took with Derek, on Saturday morning, to St Agnes:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352565153#.Ufz4-2qzW0c.email
Shortest ride to date, (16mi/25.7495 km), but a truly wonderful route, out via Mithian. Some pretty challenging hills, particularly ones coming out of St Agnes, (bit steeper at start but thereafter about as long as the UBC Foreshore Hill), through rolling hills, along high, hedgerow lined, narrow country roads and often through beautiful, over-arching tree tunnels, cool respites from the fairy strong wind along the coast. Gorgeous vistas there, however, looking over the Bristol Channel/Celtic Sea and then the Atlantic to North America. Did a loop, on Beacon Drive, around the St Agnes Beacon, [It is,"considered the most prominent feature of the Heritage coastline. The National Trust landmark's name comes from the Cornish name 'Bryanick'. 'Beacon' is a word of Anglo-Saxon origin referring to the use of a hill summit for a warning signal fire. During the Napoleonic Wars a guard was stationed on the hill to look out for French ships and light a warning fire on seeing any."Futhermore, St Agnes Beacon "and the surrounding cliff tops are one of the last remnants of a huge tract of heathland which once spread across Cornwall."], then back into St Agnes to return via a Goonbell and Mount Hawke, passing the Brian Etherington Meat Company in Scorrier, near the top of the hill at the other end of Blackwater. Derek turned of at Sydney House while I kept on down the road to add a few more klicks to the odometre, turning off on a road which is eventually leads to Chacewater. Only followed it as far as the A30 underpass and then retraced my steps home.
Had a quick shower and a bite to eat and then we piled into the Rover, (last model produced before company went into receivership in 2005), and we made for Falmouth, to have a quick overview of town. Lovely beaches there and we circled Pendennis Castle, (Cornish: Kastel Penndinas), one of "Henry VIII's Device Forts, or Henrician castle, in Cornwall. It was built in 1539 to guard the entrance to the River Fal on its west bank, near Falmouth. St Mawes Castle is its opposite number on the east bank and they were built to defend Carrick Roads from the French and Spanish threats of future attack." Stopped at a lookout on Pendennis Point and enjoyed the bays filled with colourful sailboats. Even noticed two or three sets of fins, (presumably belonging to swimmers from the dive school nearbye), in the cold, green, clear water, so clear one could see the underlying rocks to quite a depth.
Next out of Falmouth towards Devoran and after we parked, as close to the water as possible, walked down to the tiny beach, [Had brought along my Garmin, (Satellites, Dear Reader, Satellites!), as I wanted to track our walk:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352665047#.Uf0jvgIFV88.email
Was annoyed that I had not done so when we took a much longer ramble along the coast near Penzance, the day before.], near Restronguet Creek where we ambled along a path lined with charming cottages, (mostly country getaways for Londoners), to the Pandora Inn, parts of which date from the 13th century, named after the ship that was sent to capture the mutineers of the Bounty. Hard to believe that it was severely damaged by fire in March 2011. However the building has been carefully restored and it re-opened for business almost exactly a year later. while waiting for Cora Lee to buy drinks for everyone, (lemonade for me but draft cider for CL, Carlsberg lager for G/D), I wandered through some of the downstairs rooms, marveling at the magnificent flagstone floors, low-beamed ceilings and a delightful scale-model of the Pandora. Outside we enjoyed the sunshine and people watched the holidayers on the crowded patio wharf which stretches out into the water. Gayle and Derek pointed out the letter box set into the wall next to the entrance. After the 2012 Olympics the Royal Mail painted more than 100 of its iconic, red post or letter boxes gold to celebrate every Team GB and ParalympicsGB gold medal won.
Strolled back to the car and then made our way to the A30, bypassing Redruth to stop in Scorrier where we visited the Etehrington Farm Shop, a great place to buy meat and all sorts of other things, from olive oil to vegetables, as we had planned to cook dinner for Gayle and Derek, on the morrow, when they would be busy packing!
Home to get the house ready as G/D were hosting a wine and cheese party for Derek's three sisters and their husbands, as well as Mark's parents, Gudrun and Steve, that evening. We'd met G/S a year or so ago, in Vancouver, when they'd been to see Krissy and Mark but they wanted us to meet the others. I vacuumed, (more in order to learn how to use the Dyson than because the carpet needed hoovering), while Cora Lee helped set the dining room table and dusted while Derek put together a fabulous array of food: cheese plates, cold meat platters, a huge dish of scallop, avocado, king shrimp and tri-coloured pasta, (smaller dish of gluten-free pasta for Cora Lee), along with grapes, olives, stuffed peppers and cherry tomatoes, crackers and dips, mustards and chutneys. For dessert Gayle had baked a wonderful gluten-free cake with pears that morning and then she made a large fruit salad when Derek was finished in the kitchen.
Everything was in place about 5:45pm so I had a quick rinse and then changed out of my vacuuming outfit to something acceptable to the Fashion Polizei. It was a gorgeous, sunny and not too, too windy so we decided to have drinks on the patio. Needed twelve chairs so Cora Lee and I carried out cushions and some breakfast nook seats and had most things arranged when Audrey, (oldest sister), and Brian, from Truro, arrived. Introduced ourselves and then Maureen, (youngest), and Bill, who live downstairs, (Sydney House was converted into a duplex after the to couples purchased it.), came up the garden path, followed by Margaret, (middle sister), and Barry, a retired tin miner. They live in Mount Hawke. Had everyone seated and settled with drinks when Gudrun and Steve, (They live in from Pool, not far from Redruth.), arrived. We sat around and chatted, enjoying the late afternoon sun, getting to know each other.
Close to 8:00pm dinner was announced and we made our way to the heaping table, settling around the sitting room to enjoy the more than delicious fare. Think most of the guests went back fro second helpings. I know I did. We continued to visit and everyone seemed to enjoy playing the silly game we've often played at the Islay, recount your earliest childhood memory. In fact, a number of people insisted on telling the assembled about more than one memory. Of particular interest, to me at least, was hearing about the memories from times during WW II, of Morrison and Anderson bomb shelters, of rationing and unexploded ordinance.
Close to 11:00pm I announced it was time for the guests to leave. While there were some complaints most really did want to go home anyway so although there were some half-hearted complaints we all parted on good terms, hoping to see more of each other over the course of our stay. While I ushered people out the door, rest of gang cleared table and loaded dishwasher. Gudrun and Steve were last to leave as they wanted to try to set a date for us to come for dinner this coming week. We chatted for a bit and then they said their goodbyes. Everyone was ready for bed by then so we bade one another goodnight and made for our beds. I didn't think I'd be able to keep my eyes open, once I'd brushed and flossed, but I did manage to read a few pages, having to do with a couple of secondary characters, basically chapters I'd read a few nights ago and which I was so sleepy, at the time, that I couldn't remember having read them in the first place! Of late, Cora Lee has continued to read after I have turned off my bedside lamp but this time she switched off her light as soon as I did. Perfect temperature for a sound sleep so I mumbled a barely audible "Good Night, Darling", and drifted off, blissfully.
Fondestos from Cora Lee to you both. Cheers, Il Conduttore/Patrizzio!
Pics: Looking towards Land's End; Gayle, Derek and Cora Lee in front of a typical still, "a kissing gate", on our coast walk, near Porthcurno; heather and yellow gorse flowers; buildings in distance are actually the Land's End complex, a mini-DisneyWorld type of attraction that holds no interest or attraction for us, although we may park nearbye, where parking is free, at some point during our month long stay, and walk to the natural Land's End, the most westerly point of Cornwall/England;
different beach types and flowers along this wild, ruggedly beautiful coastline; Minack Theatre where we saw a production of Wuthering Heights; swan taking a drink of fresh water from a streamlet, Pandora Inn; interior of pub; gold painted letterbox; Farm Shop and butcher cutting our Sunday dinner!
Hello Vancouverites!
Trust all goes well. Still time to book into Beau Soleil! Welcome any time. Let me know and I'll plan accordingly.
You will note that I have copied Derek on this so please send him a message and/or phone/pop by the Islay Inn, (Malt cabinet is locked, so don't bother, (I know I need not worry about Raymond!), yourselves about pillaging any maltage!), sometime and say hello. (They leave Cornwall early tomorrow morning, by bus to London, but don't arrive in Vancouver until Tuesday, 6th of August.) Gayle may well wish to go on one of The Sisterhood's latte rides, (Stanley Park, Coal Harbour, Canada Place and the like), but Derek is a very strong rider so Iona, Steveston, Kent to Queensborough and back via New West or Richmond, River Road/Cambie, (!), Seymour Demo Forest, Cypress, Horseshoe Bay, Squamish, Whistler, Jasper and beyond are probably his routes of preference but I'm sure he would appreciate other suggestions as well. They have both visited/lived in Vancouver before, (This will be their sixth trip. Gayle was born in Lethbridge and lived in Ladner before she met Derek in Ottawa. Both their daughters, Marne and Krissy, were born there. After they were married, 1970, they lived there for almost twenty years before family moved to Truro, where Derek was born.), so are reasonably/quite familiar with the city. Lovely, lovely couple other than the fact that they don't play bridge! We know that you will enjoy their company, (An opportunity to plan more house exchanges as well!), especially since I won't be around to spoil things, according to Cora Lee!
Trust all goes well. Still time to book into Beau Soleil! Welcome any time. Let me know and I'll plan accordingly.
You will note that I have copied Derek on this so please send him a message and/or phone/pop by the Islay Inn, (Malt cabinet is locked, so don't bother, (I know I need not worry about Raymond!), yourselves about pillaging any maltage!), sometime and say hello. (They leave Cornwall early tomorrow morning, by bus to London, but don't arrive in Vancouver until Tuesday, 6th of August.) Gayle may well wish to go on one of The Sisterhood's latte rides, (Stanley Park, Coal Harbour, Canada Place and the like), but Derek is a very strong rider so Iona, Steveston, Kent to Queensborough and back via New West or Richmond, River Road/Cambie, (!), Seymour Demo Forest, Cypress, Horseshoe Bay, Squamish, Whistler, Jasper and beyond are probably his routes of preference but I'm sure he would appreciate other suggestions as well. They have both visited/lived in Vancouver before, (This will be their sixth trip. Gayle was born in Lethbridge and lived in Ladner before she met Derek in Ottawa. Both their daughters, Marne and Krissy, were born there. After they were married, 1970, they lived there for almost twenty years before family moved to Truro, where Derek was born.), so are reasonably/quite familiar with the city. Lovely, lovely couple other than the fact that they don't play bridge! We know that you will enjoy their company, (An opportunity to plan more house exchanges as well!), especially since I won't be around to spoil things, according to Cora Lee!
As some of you know, I'm really pleased with the Montague Navigator, foldable road bike, I bought in York, and have had some wonderful rides, both in Yorkshire and Bath, before arriving here in Cornwall, this past Tuesday.
Here, at the request of cycling enthusiasts everywhere, is an account of my first solo outing from where we are staying, just outside Truro, in Blackwater:
Well, I'm finally back in the saddle again since the completely unexpected, wonderful Bath to Bristol ride, week ago Friday! On a lovely sunny day, left Sydney House at a few minutes before noon, Thursday, with Trelissick Garden, Feock as my goal. About 9 miles and a fairly straight cross country line, at least from Google Maps' point of view. Had little trouble after I crossed over the A390 and made for Chacewater as I had planned to do. Think I did a triangular loop towards Threemilestone, or thereabouts, and back to or close to Chacewater. Still find signage difficult to follow, if it exists, but also because there are so many tiny, country roads/lanes leading off in all directions that not knowing the territory it is very easy to become snarled up and lose one's sense of direction altogether.
This is just what happened after I made a wrong turn, or at least I thought it was a wrong turn. I'd only been over intended route once, day before, when we drove it with Derek and Gayle. One thing to have someone point out turns and other landmarks but quite another to fix all this confusing information in one's mind. Wasn't overly worried, however, as I knew I would eventually find a village that was somewhat familiar and be able to get my bearings or, at the very worst, have to stop and ask for directions! Felt pretty comfortable, even after ascending longest, but not the steepest hill, I'd encountered since arriving, Cusgarne Hill, leading, I thought, to Mount Wellington Mine. (MW Tin mine is two miles east of the village of St Day opened in 1976 and was the first new mine in the region in many years. With the fall of tin prices and the withdrawal of pumping subsidies, the mine finally closed in 1991.) Pleased that I had made the long, strenuous pull, brambles trying to scratch me whenever the few cars passed me on the narrow, one lane, paved though fairly rough suraface, and I hugged the side, I decided to retrace my steps as I was nohwere near where I had really wanted to be and saw no evidence, at all, of the abandoned mine, (The landscape, at least in this part of the countryside, is dotted with mine stacks and their adjoining wheel houses), not even a sign.
Enjoyed riding back down Cusgarne Hill but couldn't really put on any speed due to bumpy ride and concern about meeting a vehicle on the twisting course. After reaching the bottom of the hill somehow found myself in Frogpool, a village I had not ridden through on way to ascend hill so I was rather flummoxed. Nevertheless, when I came across a sign for Bissoe I thought the name sounded familiar so I made for it but once I reached that community I realized I was heading back towards Cusgarne. Not really relishing another climb up the tortuous hill, I turned around and eventually followed a sign for Canon Downs, another name that vaguely registered. After a fairly long climb up to this community I was then faced with a fairly steep descent. Knowing that what goes down must come up, at least as far as cycling is concerned, I was not altogether happy as I was worried it would lead to another steep climb!
To my great surprise I realized I was going in something of an irregular circle for I was back in Bissoe! Fortunately, there was a bike hire shop in a small mini-mall there, (I ridden by it twice already!), and Tony, from the kitchen in the café there, was even more helpful. He described route I needed to follow and pointed out a right turn just across the road from the local petrol station. Thanking him I set off with renewed vigour, taking the turn for United Downs and really enjoyed the ride along the valley bottom, coming first to Twelveheads, a tiny village, and then on into Chacewater, a larger community.
After leaving Chacewater I thought I was home-free but instead of taking Station Road I took Chacewater Hill, through Greenbottom and into Threemilestone. To my dismay, I found myself on a fairly busy road, Chyvelah Road, as it turned out, and I was forced to stop at a business estate to ask a chap on small tractor mower for directions to Blackwater. He told me to turn around and simply follow the road I was on and it would take me to my stated destination. Wasn't completely sure that he knew what he was talking about or just wanted to get rid of me or if I was so completely turned around that I was destined to wander for eternity so I thought I'd seek a second opinion, planning to stop as soon as I encountered another local.
Not far along, I asked two young girls, doing some yard work, for directions. They deferred to their grandmother and she was very helpful, even begging me to take special care on the busy road. Followed her directions as best I could but after a few more inevitable wrong turns, I made a loop and found myself on the A390, even busier road, so not a thoroughfare I particularly wanted to ride upon. By this time I really didn't know which way to turn. As it turned out, not surprisingly, I made the wrong decision and ended up going in the opposite direction I needed to follow. After cycling for a a couple of miles, I thought I was probably making for Truro and not particularly wanting to go there, I pulled into a Park and Ride complex, close to Threemilestone, not far from where I'd last asked for directions! From past experience I knew such places were often found outside fairly large towns, parking being such a nightmare most everywhere in Britain.
At any rate, I hailed the first person I encountered and it happened to be a very helpful gentleman, indeed. He patiently walked me through the directions he provided, a number of times, as by then I was over-compensating, having already made so many wrong turns, repeating everything twice to try and imbed it in my confused brain. For some reason I felt I had to turn right at a given point and he insisted it was left. He smiled each time I questioned him anew. Finally I had it straight. Thanking him profusely I followed the fairly simple directions, first turning left at the roundabout at the exit to the P & R to return along the A390. Felt like I was back on The Island Highway, between Nanoose Bay and Lantzville, as I was on a very narrow, marked shoulder, with almost a continuous stream of traffic, HGV, (Heavy Goods Vehicles, Dear Reader, should you not be familiar with this initialism), and commuters for a mile or more.
Gritting my teeth and putting my head down I soldiered on and finally the promised first roundabout came into view. The Chiverton Roundabout is a very large roundabout and I approached it with trepidation, knowing full well the amount of traffic I could expect to find queuing there. Fortunately, I was able to insert myself into the lane I needed to be in as there were a about five or six cars already waiting to enter the maelstrom and as soon as there was a break in the side traffic I held my breath and took off. Although I had the right of way the two HGV drivers waiting to enter probably took pity on me and allowed me to get well clear before they roared after me.
Once through, I was on a far less busy thoroughfare and almost immediately came upon the final, smaller roundabout and forcing myself not to turn right I followed instructions and was finally heading down into Blackwater. Cannot tell you how much I enjoyed whizzing down the hill to the village, sailing past The Red Lion Pub and then Seymour House, on my right, came into view. Had decided I'd ride up the hill leading out of town, south towards Redruth. Just wanted to see what was at the top. Found Scorrier Industrial Park there so after crossing a bridge over the A30, to Penzance, turned around there and made for home. Pleased as punch to ride into the gravel car park with 57.25 K on the clock!
Detailed stats below, for the benefit of Psycoriders everywhere: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/351729252#.Ufp-vDyAGXk.email
Loads more to tell but thought that you might enjoy the more sedate, "guided" ride I took with Derek yesterday, to St Agnes: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352565153#.Ufz4-2qzW0c.email Shortest ride to date, (16mi/25.7495 km), but a truly wonderful route, out via Mithian. Some pretty challenging hills, particularly ones coming out of St Agnes, (bit steeper at start but thereafter about as long as the UBC Foreshore Hill), through rolling hills, along high, hedgerow lined, narrow country roads and often through beautiful, over-arching tree tunnels, cool respites from the fairy strong wind along the coast. Gorgeous vistas there, however, looking over the Bristol Channel/Celtic Sea and then the Atlantic to North America. Did a loop, on Beacon Drive, around the St Agnes Beacon, [It is,"considered the most prominent feature of the Heritage coastline. The National Trust landmark's name comes from the Cornish name 'Bryanick'. 'Beacon' is a word of Anglo-Saxon origin referring to the use of a hill summit for a warning signal fire. During the Napoleonic Wars a guard was stationed on the hill to look out for French ships and light a warning fire on seeing any."Futhermore, St Agnes Beacon "and the surrounding cliff tops are one of the last remnants of a huge tract of heathland which once spread across Cornwall."], then back into St Agnes to return via a Goonbell and Mount Hawke, passing the Brian Etherington Meat Company in Scorrier, near the top of the hill at the other end of Blackwater. Derek turned of at Sydney House while I kept on down the road to add a few more klicks to the odometre, turning off on a road which is eventually leads to Chacewater. Only followed it as far as the A30 underpass and then retraced my steps home.
Had a quick shower and a bite to eat and then we piled into the Rover, (last model produced before company went into receivership in 2005), and we made for Falmouth, to have a quick overview of town. Lovely beaches there and we circled Pendennis Castle, (Cornish: Kastel Penndinas), one of "Henry VIII's Device Forts, or Henrician castle, in Cornwall. It was built in 1539 to guard the entrance to the River Fal on its west bank, near Falmouth. St Mawes Castle is its opposite number on the east bank and they were built to defend Carrick Roads from the French and Spanish threats of future attack." Stopped at a lookout on Pendennis Point and enjoyed the bays filled with colourful sailboats. Even noticed two or three sets of fins, (presumably belonging to swimmers from the dive school nearbye), in the cold, green, clear water, so clear one could see the underlying rocks to quite a depth.
Next out of Falmouth towards Devoran and after we parked, as close to the water as possible, walked down to the tiny beach, [Had brought along my Garmin, (Satellites, Dear Reader, Satellites!), as I wanted to track our walk: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/352665047#.Uf0jvgIFV88.email Was annoyed that I had not done so when we took a much longer ramble along the coast near Penzance, the day before.], near Restronguet Creek where we ambled along a path lined with charming cottages, (mostly country getaways for Londoners), to the Pandora Inn, parts of which date from the 13th century, named after the ship that was sent to capture the mutineers of the Bounty. Hard to believe that it was severely damaged by fire in March 2011. However the building has been carefully restored and it re-opened for business almost exactly a year later. while waiting for Cora Lee to buy drinks for everyone, (lemonade for me but draft cider for CL, Carlsberg lager for G/D), I wandered through some of the downstairs rooms, marveling at the magnificent flagstone floors, low-beamed ceilings and a delightful scale-model of the Pandora. Outside we enjoyed the sunshine and people watched the holidayers on the crowded patio wharf which stretches out into the water. Gayle and Derek pointed out the letter box set into the wall next to the entrance. After the 2012 Olympics the Royal Mail painted more than 100 of its iconic, red post or letter boxes gold to celebrate every Team GB and ParalympicsGB gold medal won.
Strolled back to the car and then made our way to the A30, bypassing Redruth to stop in Scorrier where we visited the Etehrington Farm Shop, a great place to buy meat and all sorts of other things, from olive oil to vegetables, as we had planned to cook dinner for Gayle and Derek, on the morrow, when they would be busy packing!
Home to get the house ready as G/D were hosting a wine and cheese party for Derek's three sisters and their husbands, as well as Mark's parents, Gudrun and Steve, that evening. We'd met G/S a year or so ago, in Vancouver, when they'd been to see Krissy and Mark but they wanted us to meet the others. I vacuumed, (more in order to learn how to use the Dyson than because the carpet needed hoovering), while Cora Lee helped set the dining room table and dusted while Derek put together a fabulous array of food: cheese plates, cold meat platters, a huge dish of scallop, avocado, king shrimp and tri-coloured pasta, (smaller dish of gluten-free pasta for Cora Lee), along with grapes, olives, stuffed peppers and cherry tomatoes, crackers and dips, mustards and chutneys. For dessert Gayle had baked a wonderful gluten-free cake with pears that morning and then she made a large fruit salad when Derek was finished in the kitchen.
Everything was in place about 5:45pm so I had a quick rinse and then changed out of my vacuuming outfit to something acceptable to the Fashion Polizei. It was a gorgeous, sunny and not too, too windy so we decided to have drinks on the patio. Needed twelve chairs so Cora Lee and I carried out cushions and some breakfast nook seats and had most things arranged when Audrey, (oldest sister), and Brian, from Truro, arrived. Introduced ourselves and then Maureen, (youngest), and Bill, who live downstairs, (Sydney House was converted into a duplex after the to couples purchased it.), came up the garden path, followed by Margaret, (middle sister), and Barry, a retired tin miner. They live in Mount Hawke. Had everyone seated and settled with drinks when Gudrun and Steve, (They live in from Pool, not far from Redruth.), arrived. We sat around and chatted, enjoying the late afternoon sun, getting to know each other.
Close to 8:00pm dinner was announced and we made our way to the heaping table, settling around the sitting room to enjoy the more than delicious fare. Think most of the guests went back fro second helpings. I know I did. We continued to visit and everyone seemed to enjoy playing the silly game we've often played at the Islay, recount your earliest childhood memory. In fact, a number of people insisted on telling the assembled about more than one memory. Of particular interest, to me at least, was hearing about the memories from times during WW II, of Morrison and Anderson bomb shelters, of rationing and unexploded ordinance.
Close to 11:00pm I announced it was time for the guests to leave. While there were some complaints most really did want to go home anyway so although there were some half-hearted complaints we all parted on good terms, hoping to see more of each other over the course of our stay. While I ushered people out the door, rest of gang cleared table and loaded dishwasher. Gudrun and Steve were last to leave as they wanted to try to set a date for us to come for dinner this coming week. We chatted for a bit and then they said their goodbyes. Everyone was ready for bed by then so we bade one another goodnight and made for our beds. I didn't think I'd be able to keep my eyes open, once I'd brushed and flossed, but I did manage to read a few pages, having to do with a couple of secondary characters, basically chapters I'd read a few nights ago and which I was so sleepy, at the time, that I couldn't remember having read them in the first place! Of late, Cora Lee has continued to read after I have turned off my bedside lamp but this time she switched off her light as soon as I did. Perfect temperature for a sound sleep so I mumbled a barely audible "Good Night, Darling", and drifted off, blissfully.
Let me know about Languedoc. Fondestos from Cora Lee to one and all. Cheers, Il Conduttore!
Pics: Looking towards Land's End; Gayle, Derek and Cora Lee in front of a typical still, "a kissing gate", on our coast walk, near Porthcurno; heather and yellow gorse flowers; buildings in distance are actually the Land's End complex, a mini-DisneyWorld type of attraction that holds no interest or attraction for us, although we may park nearbye, where parking is free, at some point during our month long stay, and walk to the natural Land's End, the most westerly point of Cornwall/England;
different beach types and flowers along this wild, ruggedly beautiful coastline; Minack Theatre where we saw a production of Wuthering Heights; swan taking a drink of fresh water from a streamlet, Pandora Inn; interior of pub; gold painted letterbox; Farm Shop and butcher cutting our Sunday dinner!
Thank
you for your email. I'm away until August 12th and can respond to your
email at that time. I will be checking
my email from time to time. All the best, Kerry
Hi Pat,
Thanks so much for your interesting and newsy letter of the 13th of July. I only just realized that it was in my inbox today! And I had actually wondered why our renewed email correspondence had stopped almost as quickly as it started! all my fault.
I finally have MTS highspeed!!! Good to go.Hi Pat,
Thanks so much for your interesting and newsy letter of the 13th of July. I only just realized that it was in my inbox today! And I had actually wondered why our renewed email correspondence had stopped almost as quickly as it started! all my fault.
Anyway, it sounds like you've had a grand ole time in Mill Hill
Broadway. Where are you now? Jake is back from his European travels
and has had a wonderful time. Next time it's gonna be me! But I am
glad that he was able to have such a great experience
going off on his own at just 15!
I would love to hear more about your travels. And please do say
hello to Cora Lee from me. I met her maybe just once, at a party at
your home in Granville Island. Has she retired now too? Oh, maybe
that's a dumb question since you are gone for 3 months!
Well, happy retirement to both of you! Sara
Hi Patrizzio,
The bag is due to be collected by courier tomorrow. It should be with you Tuesday or Wednesday Regards, Tom
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