Lovely yellow & blue.
Housel Bay
Some nice grass.
Rocky coast.
A bench with a view.
Some sparkly seakeh.
And some boats and lichen-y rocks.
More Cornwall! (The film photos are at the end of the set.)
Friday, 6 August 2010
Cornwall on film - Part II
I found some pretty.
Lovely yellow & blue.
Housel Bay
Some nice grass.
Rocky coast.
A bench with a view.
Some sparkly seakeh.
And some boats and lichen-y rocks.
More Cornwall! (The film photos are at the end of the set.)
Lovely yellow & blue.
Housel Bay
Some nice grass.
Rocky coast.
A bench with a view.
Some sparkly seakeh.
And some boats and lichen-y rocks.
More Cornwall! (The film photos are at the end of the set.)
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
Cornwall on film - Part I
Yes, there are *more* photos!
Niall's idea, experimenting with his wide-angly lens on the journey down.
The pretty field above Polkerris, on our way to Gribbin Head.
The daymarker.
Some camera faff.
Some seakeh.
Wildflowers on the clifftops.
Pretty grass in the cottage garden.
Moored boats in Coverack.
The view at Cadgwith.
A very pretty stretch of coast path.
And a typical bit of the wall/hedge hybrids they have 'round those parts.
Niall's idea, experimenting with his wide-angly lens on the journey down.
The pretty field above Polkerris, on our way to Gribbin Head.
The daymarker.
Some camera faff.
Some seakeh.
Wildflowers on the clifftops.
Pretty grass in the cottage garden.
Moored boats in Coverack.
The view at Cadgwith.
A very pretty stretch of coast path.
And a typical bit of the wall/hedge hybrids they have 'round those parts.
Monday, 2 August 2010
A Roll'a Reala
Pictures for the sake of pictures! I *am* enjoying using my ME Super.
I met two rather nice cats on Charlotte St in Bristol. They posed rather well but moved before I got the chance to take their photos. This tabby was peering through the railings a moment before, and its black friend was sitting in an open window.
Red red roses, somewhere in Cotham I think.
Catfish above your head! At Bristol zoo.
A grassy bench by the downs.
Pink & green.
A postbox in the evening sunlight & a possible light leak in M'Super.
A white rose on Freemantle Road.
Sunny morning light on my breakfast.
The slightly strange lights in the union.
I met two rather nice cats on Charlotte St in Bristol. They posed rather well but moved before I got the chance to take their photos. This tabby was peering through the railings a moment before, and its black friend was sitting in an open window.
Red red roses, somewhere in Cotham I think.
Catfish above your head! At Bristol zoo.
A grassy bench by the downs.
Pink & green.
A postbox in the evening sunlight & a possible light leak in M'Super.
A white rose on Freemantle Road.
Sunny morning light on my breakfast.
The slightly strange lights in the union.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
St Anthony Head
After St Just we decided to go out to St Anthony Head and have a little look around, then go on to St Mawes.
What we actually did was park at the wrong car park and walk for about three miles along the road and coast. Google map showing the road we walked back along.
At least walking's good for us... And maybe burnt off the ice cream?
Of course the time to look at the map is once you're in the tea garden, having walked a mile and a half ish...
It was pretty though. (no photos of the walk out, too busy walking!)
There's a lighthouse on the end of St Anthony's head. It works but you can holiday in it!
The views are probably akin to this.
Which is the view from this, an observation post built years ago. That and the rest of the battery are looked after by the National Trust.
These days it's somewhat grassy. There's still plenty of heavy shipping going in and out of Falmouth, across the water.
I don't think the telescope is original though...
After having a good look around the end of the headland, we walked back along the road.
And bothered the flowers.
Then we went home and roasted the lump of meat (beef I think) which we'd bought at the butchers in Twywardreath that morning. It was GOOD.
And that's the end of our Cornish adventures. I didn't really cover the first bit, but that just leaves me more photos to post when I'm short of ideas! There're notes in lots of the descriptions on Flickr.
All my Cornwall photos can be found together here, including the film ones.
What we actually did was park at the wrong car park and walk for about three miles along the road and coast. Google map showing the road we walked back along.
At least walking's good for us... And maybe burnt off the ice cream?
Of course the time to look at the map is once you're in the tea garden, having walked a mile and a half ish...
It was pretty though. (no photos of the walk out, too busy walking!)
There's a lighthouse on the end of St Anthony's head. It works but you can holiday in it!
The views are probably akin to this.
Which is the view from this, an observation post built years ago. That and the rest of the battery are looked after by the National Trust.
These days it's somewhat grassy. There's still plenty of heavy shipping going in and out of Falmouth, across the water.
I don't think the telescope is original though...
After having a good look around the end of the headland, we walked back along the road.
And bothered the flowers.
Then we went home and roasted the lump of meat (beef I think) which we'd bought at the butchers in Twywardreath that morning. It was GOOD.
And that's the end of our Cornish adventures. I didn't really cover the first bit, but that just leaves me more photos to post when I'm short of ideas! There're notes in lots of the descriptions on Flickr.
All my Cornwall photos can be found together here, including the film ones.
Saturday, 31 July 2010
St Just in Roseland
After a somewhat relaxed morning we drove out to St Just in Roseland to see what it was like. We parked at the top of the hill and walked down to the beach, passing another car park on the way. It all looked a bit like this:
We sat down and ate our lunch, then had a little wander around on the beach.
You could see lots of small boats near Mylor, and bigger ones at Falmouth, on the other side of the water.
There was lots of seaweed
and sea anemones in rock pools
and pretty shells
It looked like low tide
Then we walked back up through the churchyard
which was rather pretty and on a slope.
Niall has probably got better photos of it than me.
We sat down and ate our lunch, then had a little wander around on the beach.
You could see lots of small boats near Mylor, and bigger ones at Falmouth, on the other side of the water.
There was lots of seaweed
and sea anemones in rock pools
and pretty shells
It looked like low tide
Then we walked back up through the churchyard
which was rather pretty and on a slope.
Niall has probably got better photos of it than me.
Thursday, 29 July 2010
'The Sensible Thing'
Last night I went babysitting at fairly short notice to help out my old Physics teacher. I've babysat there before and it's always been a few stories, early to bed, coffee and a quiet few hours for me, usually with the TV. This time I took my Maths revision and, remembering that I'd been reproaching myself for not reading much recently, decided to bring a book. My house is *full* of books; I once spent most of a day going through all the books in my room and re-arranging them so I could find ones I'd read or might want to read. Included in the ones I'd want to read, were the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald (those we have anyway) so that's how I came to grab Bernice Bobs Her Hair.
I read This edition.
I hadn't read any F. Scott Fitzgerald before and I'm glad I have now. Each story was thoroughly interesting in its own ways while keeping to the general theme of observations on society & relationships. I'm no great literature critic but I'd definitely recommend it.
One story stood out, in that it made me cry, a lot. It was called 'The Sensible Thing'. I didn't particularly identify with the main character, in fact I found him a bit nonsensical, but the way Scott Fitzgerald writes about his relationship & interactions with his fiancée, especially at the end of the story, really got me. It's only one of the eight stories in the book so I won't feel too guilty about possibly spoiling it with a quote. This is the final sentence
"There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."
This seems so damning and final, defeatist almost; it occurs to me that it's a bit of a theme through what I've read so far of Scott Fitzgerald. It'll be interesting to see if this continues. After finishing Bernice etc. this morning, I've moved on and read all of This Side Of Paradise (his first novel) and intend to read the rest soon.
*edit - can't have a post without a photo.*
I read This edition.
I hadn't read any F. Scott Fitzgerald before and I'm glad I have now. Each story was thoroughly interesting in its own ways while keeping to the general theme of observations on society & relationships. I'm no great literature critic but I'd definitely recommend it.
One story stood out, in that it made me cry, a lot. It was called 'The Sensible Thing'. I didn't particularly identify with the main character, in fact I found him a bit nonsensical, but the way Scott Fitzgerald writes about his relationship & interactions with his fiancée, especially at the end of the story, really got me. It's only one of the eight stories in the book so I won't feel too guilty about possibly spoiling it with a quote. This is the final sentence
"There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."
This seems so damning and final, defeatist almost; it occurs to me that it's a bit of a theme through what I've read so far of Scott Fitzgerald. It'll be interesting to see if this continues. After finishing Bernice etc. this morning, I've moved on and read all of This Side Of Paradise (his first novel) and intend to read the rest soon.
*edit - can't have a post without a photo.*
Mevagissey
Mevagissey is pretty popular to visit & you can see why. It's pretty, with little narrow streets and a nice working harbour full of boats. We went there after Heligan to find somewhere for a sit and a drink. Bizarrely there were no pubs with outdoor seating by the harbour. There was a sort of restaurant with a not-particularly-polite waitress, and a place with a bench but no drinks to be taken outside. We ended up inland by a street, in the bar of a pub populated by middle aged men, with slightly inappropriate-seeming music. Oh well. We got a drink and had a nice walk around after to get our money's worth on the parking!
We walked up the South/West side of the bay/road/hill/cliff(?) to get a view across.
On our way up we helped a lady herd a baby gull off the road and onto a flight of steps so that it wouldn't get run over. It was quite amusing seeing it discover how to deal with steps. For the first couple it fell tipped forward on its beak, but then it learned to use its wings for balance. Didn't get any photos of it though, just this one down by the harbour.
The harbour was full of nice little boats like this. While we were on the harbour wall, near the little lighthouse-type thing above, a couple of slightly larger fishing boats came in, followed by a load of seagulls, and unloaded their catch. (Anna will tut at my use of commas, I know)
Back at the big car park on the edge of Mevagissey there was a hut which was covered in admission stickers from The Lost Gardens of Heligan and The Eden Project, clearly showing we weren't the first to make up a day trip like this.
We walked up the South/West side of the bay/road/hill/cliff(?) to get a view across.
On our way up we helped a lady herd a baby gull off the road and onto a flight of steps so that it wouldn't get run over. It was quite amusing seeing it discover how to deal with steps. For the first couple it fell tipped forward on its beak, but then it learned to use its wings for balance. Didn't get any photos of it though, just this one down by the harbour.
The harbour was full of nice little boats like this. While we were on the harbour wall, near the little lighthouse-type thing above, a couple of slightly larger fishing boats came in, followed by a load of seagulls, and unloaded their catch. (Anna will tut at my use of commas, I know)
Back at the big car park on the edge of Mevagissey there was a hut which was covered in admission stickers from The Lost Gardens of Heligan and The Eden Project, clearly showing we weren't the first to make up a day trip like this.
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