just thought I’d flash a handful more photos from Cornwall at you.
A lovely cut glass trifle bowl, filled with? No, not Cornish clotted cream, but …
Our last supper ~ we went out on the last night. Sausages, vegi or pork, in gravy, with mushrooms. Not much room for anything after that, I can tell you! Not grated cheese at the top, but grated carrot
tiny mussels on the rocks in the bay, tho being a Northumbrian beach bum, my initial thought was they were tiny pebbles of coal. Had to go quite far back from the shoreline to find a naked rock to sit on.
the cat sat on the mat… ok doorstep. quite safe, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to steal him. Appropriate that he (for he IS a he, don’t you think?) should be hand-crafted, guarding our hand-crafting environment inside.