Lanhydrock, National Trust, Cornwall, England
We’re in Cornwall. Today we started off at St. Michael’s Mount and ended up in this non-conversational, companionable evening in front of our laptops.
In between we visited Lanhydrock, erstwhile home of the 17th century Earl of Radnor, nicked from an Augustinian priority and owned by various family branches since until the family died out due to appalling levels of childbirth. The family history bit was all very confusing, to be honest. Continue reading “A moody castle, a stolen priory and a silent cheese and wine party”
These are the last days of summer – warm, peaceful, precious. There’s a storm predicted this afternoon but so far you wouldn’t guess it.
I’ve discovered a bit more of the Downs. Black Down, the highest point in the National Park, acquired by the National Trust for all of us. Continue reading “Alone on Black Down, Sussex”
What was I thinking? When Steve from the allotments next door came by he caught me red-handed spraying Roundup on some weeds I’d been unable to pull up.
Living next to allotments I should have known better than to try it on. Even though I only used it for the really hard-to-get-rid-of diehard weeds, and hardly ever at that.
I’m a killer. I just didn’t know how else to get rid of them. Continue reading “My Monsanto shame, but what’s the alternative?”