Wednesday 15 August 2007

WEDNESDAY 15TH AUGUST

There will be no more posts on this site until September as I am off on my hols. tomorrow. Bye for the moment!

Monday 13 August 2007

MONDAY 13TH AUGUST - HORSES

THE HEAVY HORSE SHOW.

The crowd in the sunshine watching, applauding, enjoying and relaxing.
It was a glorious summer day and this horse showing off to the crowd.
This magnificent pair in all their glory.
This annual event takes place in a small cornish village and becomes the focus of life there for the day. You are assured of meeting someone or many people you know so it is a social hub and great fun for all ages.

Tuesday 7 August 2007

TUESDAY 7TH AUGUST - MEVA

We came here last evening for a traditional English meal of fish and chips. The evening was glorious with the light on the coast beautiful and you could see all along to almost Plymouth.
F&C isn't really very healthy but to sit at the harbour side makes it excusable doesn't it?

Thursday 2 August 2007

THURSDAY 2ND AUGUST - CROC. TAIL


We had a bbq last night.

We enjoyed the usual fare of sausages, burgers, salad, bread and beer.

Then we tried something a bit unusual - crocodile tail steak.

It tasted fishy, chickeny, rubbery and was quite nice really.

It was quite hard to get out of your mind where crocs live in the wild and the fact that they just don't look pretty at all but it was a positive culinary experience.

Wednesday 1 August 2007

WEDNESDAY 1ST AUGUST - POEM


It is Spring, moonless night in the small town,

starless and bible-black,

the cobble streets silent and the hunched,

courter's-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbingsea.

The houses are are blind as moles or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock,

the shops in mourning,

the Welfare Hall in widows'weeds.

And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.


Late last evening this piece of poetry was unexpectedly spoken. I think the words are beautiful. It is from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas and is very well known here.


I don't particularly enjoy poetry preferring prose but then the radio surprises.