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Come for a walk!

A fabulous warm sunny day on Saturday.  I shall go for a long walk, I thought!  But when I got halfway up the hill, I remembered I still had a cold, and was very wheezy.  So I hastily rethought my route and paused to take some photos.  Here we are pausing, and admiring the early cherry tree.

Pausing again by the pub, to inspect the water-channel and the New Splendiferous Bollards.  Normally, this channel isn't a stream, but I think there's a blockage in the complex and nightmarish drainage system further up the hill at the moment, so the pub temporarily has a moat.

The moat has been the cause of some controversy lately.  It is a rustic thing, and people used to come and park on top of it to go to the pub, which, along with rain and flood, resulted in the channel getting all torn up.  Because, I assume, we are in an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, and it probably has some preservation thing on it, the council which maintains the roads could not just whack a layer of tarmac on there.  Instead, they had to come WITH SHOVELS and dig it all out manually and re-lay it all beautifully.  They have done a very stylish job, but I saw them doing it, and wow, there were some grumpy, grumpy faces there.   They did NOT want to be re-laying gravel and cobbles with shovels.   So, they put up some funny little thin plastic bollard things to stop people parking on it, so they wouldn't have to do it all again next year.

Did the proud people of Cornwall think, Oh, that is a good idea, perhaps we had better park elsewhere rather than on this delicate cobbled drainway?  NO.   They thought: these bollards are in the way, and they are not very sturdy.  We will chop them off so we can continue to park in the gutter!

So the grumpy council men returned (I'm guessing they were even grumpier this time, although I didn't actually see them at it that time.) and they put up BOLLARDS OF MAXIMUM ROBUSTNESS, made of solid metal.  I did wonder if someone would come with an angle-grinder to remove them, but so far at least, they have survived, although from the cracking around them, it does look like someone has at least nudged them with a land-rover or something, just to see how easily they might move.

Anyway, I staggered onward, through the old Clitters mine.

I took a photo of someone's washing.  I love the colours and the light coming through the shirts!

We headed off into the woods, past the alpacas.  Rosie Roo has a complicated relationship with this young alpaca.  I'm not sure why, but whenever we go past here, she has to stand on the bank staring deep into its enormous dark eyes, and it always comes and stares back at her.

You want to see the alpaca better, don't you?  Oh all right.  Here she is.  Isn't she adorable?

No bluebell flowers yet in the woods, it's far too early, but the shoots are showing above the ground in the sunbeams.

Rosie, WHY?  Why do you stand there looking like that, and refusing to come, or go, or do anything other than stare, maniacally?  What are you staring at?   Brythen and I are both foxed by this sort of thing.  I had to put her back on the lead in the end, or we'd have been there all day.

There are a few daffodils in flower already, here and there, but the old daffodil farms where the bulbs still come up through the leaf-litter in the woods aren't in bloom yet.

Some of the sunny patches already have yellow cheery celandines though.

I got wheezy again in Gunnislake, so I stopped and photographed this letterbox.  I hadn't noticed before that it is a nineteenth-century one - you can tell, because it says V R on it, for Queen Victoria.

Enthused by my Victorian letterbox, I photographed this when I went past it back up the hill.  I love the way the lettering has suddenly got wild and swervy - Queen Victoria's font is very severe and proper, but George is almost too curvy with his swirly lettering!  I thought it was George V, but looking at it again, there's a little VI under that crown?  So I think it must be George VI, 1936-1952.  Perhaps the lettering is dancing because it is happy WWII is over.

And here I am back by the early cherry tree, but now the sun has been on it for a while, and the bees have arrived!  The whole tree was scented and buzzing madly with honey-bees. Sadly, I didn't have the right lens on so no bee photos from me, but I took a snap of the flowers from inside the tree.

And here is the last postbox, this time a newer Elizabeth II one.   Although the post office behind it is sadly an Old Post Office, they take their connection to their postbox seriously enough that where the Victorian and Georgian boxes are looking rather shabby, this box had a nice new coat of paint when the house had the door re-painted.

Today I was more ambitious and walked further, doing a walk that involves a steep uphill climb on the way home.  Oh lord, that was a mistake.  I have spent the rest of the day wrapped around a bath, a book and a lemsip.  So I still have not done the long walk I planned, but the hounds seem to be prepared to accept that I'm not quite up to providing a mega-walk today, thank goodness.  They are fast asleep. 


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19th Feb, 2017 22:32 (UTC)
I'm not exactly jealous of your cherry trees and daffodils, but, yeah. We're at snowdrops. Many many snowdrops, to be fair - they seem to be extra enthusiastic this year somehow.

The alpaca is ridiculously cute. I note that Rosie is wearing a coat and Brythen isn't - is that a Boy Thing regardless of species?
19th Feb, 2017 22:50 (UTC)
I think it's an unusually early spring, even for Cornwall - we are quite high up and on the north side of the hill, so usually we are much later than the seaside villages.

Rosie feels the cold a lot more than Brythen. They are about the same height, but she's about 10 kilos lighter, not as hairy and she has delicate whippet skin, rather than thicker normal-dog skin like Brythen, so on a slightly chill morning she'll be visibly shivering and he's quite happy. Plus, Brythen has lots of sense and is great off-lead and has a very reliable 'close' command, so I can let him hare about to get warm, confident that if I hear a car I can get him back to my side in plenty of time, whereas letting Rosie offlead is an exercise in careful location choice and crossed fingers!
19th Feb, 2017 22:57 (UTC)
... that said, Brythen is a ridiculously boy-ish boy-dog, and Rosie is a terribly girly girl dog.

My previous dogs were the other way around, people always thought my old boy Az was the girl because he was smaller and delicate with huge eyes, and Mollydog was the boy because she was more rufty-tufty looking and also a dedicated nudist :-D
20th Feb, 2017 14:45 (UTC)
Poor cold Rosie! She does remind me a bit of a very girly girl who was (rather unsuccessfully) on the committee of our dance group for a while...

Keeping warm by tearing about is also quite a typical boy thing, isn't it :) But I like the sound of the other two as well.

And I'm wrong about the flower - we have a few crocuses, but only sneaky white and lilac ones.
19th Feb, 2017 22:56 (UTC)
I haven't seen any snowdrops yet. But not only my crocuses but my tulips are pushing up -- and I'm pretty sure I saw a daffodil sprouts.
21st Feb, 2017 21:03 (UTC)
We had daffodils opening today!
19th Feb, 2017 23:10 (UTC)
That washing is stunning with the light shining through it. Such rich colors!

As are the cherry trees, but you expect that of a cherry tree. The washing, not so much.
21st Feb, 2017 21:05 (UTC)
I know! You have to commend the washing-owner's taste in brilliantly-coloured underwear too, though perhaps the colours are partly the sunshine.
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21st Feb, 2017 21:06 (UTC)
I wish I understood the odd connection between Rosie and that alpaca. She has known it since it was very little, and it's always been fascinated by her - perhaps because it was an only baby alpaca in a remote field, so its experience of other baby alpacas was limited.
20th Feb, 2017 09:37 (UTC)
Ah, spring, spring! Beautiful photos, thank you. (19century's letterbox, wow!)
21st Feb, 2017 21:25 (UTC)
I had to take my coat off walking today, it was hot!
20th Feb, 2017 11:54 (UTC)
Gorgeous! Cherry blossom & flying washing & llamas & red post boxes & dogs... All gorgeous. And very cheering to see some sunlight!

But I reckon the pub moat is doomed - nothing can stop people parking 4WDs at their convenience. The proud people of Cornwall have just gone to buy a bigger 4WD...
21st Feb, 2017 21:25 (UTC)
I am waiting with interest to see what, if anything, will mow down the superbollards...
20th Feb, 2017 12:31 (UTC)

Great photos, but I like the one of the washing on the line most of all.

21st Feb, 2017 21:26 (UTC)
I think I agree - the light shining through the colours is so lovely!
20th Feb, 2017 13:10 (UTC)
The cherry tree is worthy of admiration! :-)

Could it be platonic love, between Rosie and the alpaca? (I'm a little in love, myself!)

20th Feb, 2017 14:51 (UTC)
Th alpaca is adorable. Btw some great pics there!
21st Feb, 2017 15:51 (UTC)
Yesterday it rained all day (thwarting my plans to clean out the car from the winter accumulation of stuff), which is WRONG WRONG WRONG because this is MINNESOTA, for gods' sakes, and it's FEBRUARY, and it should still be 10F (that's -12C for those of you on metric) with three feet of snow!

And they tell us global warming isn't a thing.

Mostly what it means is that it's warm enough that Bruno wants out somewhat more aggressively than he does when it IS 10F, so I should probably find the harness and take him out. He lived outside for so long that if it weren't for him being FIV+ I would let him out, but no, he must stay indoors where he won't get into arguments with stray cats.
21st Feb, 2017 21:27 (UTC)
It certainly feels warm here. We have daffodils, we have primroses...

I hope Bruno enjoys his outing!
23rd Feb, 2017 21:34 (UTC)
The alpaca is adorable!Maybe it thinks Rosie is also an alpaca?
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