Tag: Boscastle

All About The Cows

Yep, the blimming cows!

During autumn and winter, the National Trust who happens to own the headland near where we live, has an agreement with farmers in our area that allows their cows to graze on their property, which is supposed to help the wild flowers grow in the spring time.  I’m not really sure it’s working though …

The problem with the blimming cows is that the enormous headland suddenly becomes small.  And all the dog-walkers of course have to put their dogs in leashes, and when it rains non-stop, the headland’s walk-path becomes really mucky, almost impassable.  If you’re lucky, your boots won’t get stuck in all mud.  The locals in our area are not pleased with the cows, I don’t blame them.

So the first thing we do, as soon as we get to the headland is to take note of where the cows are.  Then we choose which part of the headland to head for.  Sometimes though, you’ll find them littered all over the stitches – when that’s the case.  I usually take Doc to the other part of the headland, which is separated by thick hedges and bushes.  That way, the excitable Doc can still have a run around, without the fear of disturbing the blimming cows.

Dear cows,

Please can we share the headland?

You can all stay on one side

and I’ll stay on the other side.

ps

I love the smell of your dung.

Love,

Doc

That Dog

Are you a dog-owner?  Do you walk your dog?

Do you sometimes notice a woman, or could also be a man, with a dog that’s just way too-excitable for its owner?  Their human is always looking frazzled, stressed-out and can’t seem to handle their energetic dog, especially when there are other four-legged-furry-animals around.  Their dog won’t come back when called and would excite the other well-behaved dogs, whose owners would peer down at the over-excitable one with disapproval, as well as at the owner, calling for their dog in a desperate plea, to please come back to them.

I have a confession to make, I am that woman.  Yep, that stressed-out woman who loses her dignity when there are other dog-walkers around.  When I do finally manage to put him back on his leash, he’ll spin-me-around like a ballerina, although not gracefully, as I mutter apologies under my breath “Sorry about that.  He’s just an excitable teenager”.  Most owners would smile at me, some would even laugh and of course, there are others who would just give a curt nod, nudge their dogs to move away from that mad-dog and his owner, lest their craziness is catching.

That’s Doc.  I usually take him out for a walk when it’s lunch-time, hoping that the headland would be empty and he can have a ran around without getting distracted by other dogs.  When there are others, he becomes like a mad-one, yapping away, being-over-friendly, some dog-owners try to shoo him away, which he interprets as a game or sees it as a come-hither gesture. My husband says he’ll outgrow it soon.  He’ll settle down soon and I always ask … when?  Impatient for that time to come NOW!

He isn’t that bad actually, though I’m not exaggerating what I’ve described above.  It really does happen, especially when there are other dogs around.  But he’s fine.  He is Doc.  Little T’s dog.  We have lovely walks together, especially when it’s just the two of us.

This is our rock.  In the summer, I sometimes sit here and watch the sea while he hovers around me, smelling, always smelling everything on sight, as if having a conversation with them, with his nose.

This is what our village looks like in November.

When I stop to take photos, he gives me an “Oh no, not again look”.  Exasperated, would go off in a trot, leaving me behind.  Most times, he’ll come back for me.  I’ll see him peering in the corner, with his little head, tilted a bit as if to say “Are you coming?”

I love the whiteness of this building against the grey sky and orangey-greenish colour of the hill.

If we do manage to go out at lunchtime, we always, always stop in this little spot, beside that post, with the yellow arrows.

Not because of the scenery …

If you look closer, you will see little T’s school.  It’s that building right in front of the church with the green door. And if I time it perfectly and it’s not raining, Doc and I will hear the children’s laughter and actually see them playing outside.  Sometimes I say to him, “Do you hear her Doc?  Do you hear your little T?”  I imagine him saying “Yes, I can just about hear her faintly.  She is laughing and giggling.”

And then our walk always ends up by the side of this Norman church.  We go through the wooden gate and make our way back home.  By then, he is knackered and is well-behaved, walking along with my pace, instead of pulling away from me.

Do you have a dog?

Are they as excitable as little T’s dog?

 

Have a lovely week folks!

Little T's Headland

Haven’t posted photos of Little T’s headland in a while, maybe because during the summer holidays, my husband isn’t busy with work so much and so he gets to walk Doc most of the time.   But now that he’s back on the grind and today in fact, was his first lecture/tutorial in Plymouth and so, little T and I took Doc out for a walk up the headland.

Entrance to the Headland, or depends where you’re coming from, you could also go in through the graveyard or the side of the church.

And off they go!  Before letting Doc off the leash though, I usually check if there are other dog-walkers.  He still gets over-excited and goes all silly when there are other dogs around.

In spite the greyish clouds hovering in the distance, it was still a lovely day.  As you can see, we came out all bundled-up, but at the end of the walk, layers had to go.

There’s little T marching through the headland.

And Doc, doing what he does best – springs across the grass.  He absolutely loves it here.  Then again, all dogs do.

Took this photo of the empty harbour, minus the tourists and then noticed the rainbow… Can you see it?

Little T with our little now quiet village in the background.

Then I heard voices and spied them – tourists!  They are still here after-all.  We expect things to die down just a bit, and then, perhaps they’ll be a small wave of visitors over the half-term break at the end of the month, before it all goes hush again.

And there’s my country-girl who loves climbing gates.

What’s your weekend like?

V is for Valency Valley

I’ve probably said this a dozen times, we are lucky to live in a beautiful place where we have both the sea and a little patch of forest in our little village.

 This is the Valency Valley, where little T’s cat – Bootsy once had an adventure and got lost and found in the woods.

 If the photos look a bit familiar, yes, these were taken during that particular incident with our cat.

Little T throwing stones down the Valency river.

V is for Valency Valley.

#alphabetphotographyproject.

If you were given a choice, would you like to live by the sea, or by a woodland?

Autumn Walk in Pictures

Pretty Cornish cottage

The water must be so cold!

What are you looking at?

I can out-stare you kid!

See … you looked away first.

This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.

ps

I have to be honest, these photos were taken last Autumn. If you look closer, T is younger. We haven’t had the chance to do any walks lately.  As you know, we have an additional member in our family who is too young to go for long walks yet.  He has to get his jabs first before we can even think of taking him out.  Plus, toilet-training a young pup is even more difficult than potty-training a toddler!  Tips would be welcome!  Hope everyone is having a lovely weekend.

The Road Home

The following photos were taken on the first day of September. It was a beautiful lovely warm sunshiny day.  Warm days like this is but a memory now that autumn has settled in around us.  This was the day we took our American friend up to the see what they say is the best view of our little village.

Isn’t it lovely?  I agree, this is the best view of Boscastle.  And you can find it within the grounds of the Wellington Hotel, just look for the Artist’s Chair.

I absolutely have no idea what she’s looking at.

After a few drinks at the Wellington, it was time to go.   We chose the most scenic and less arduous walk back home – the coastal path.

T actually walked on her own all the way back.  She’s getting really very good at hiking.  My husband says she’s got really strong and muscular legs.  And all the while here I was dreaming that my little T will have long and slim legs unlike my very short and uhm, let’s just say not-very-slim-legs.  Oh well.  One can always dream.

This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.  I was hoping to take T up the headland for an autumn walk, but she’s been really poorly lately.  She has a bad cough and cold AGAIN.

Anyway, hope everyone is having a great weekend!

p.s.

Something exciting is happening tomorrow!

You’ll find out soon.

A walk and a hike

Dear Reader,

So this is how it started, Dada and I picked up J from the train station at Exeter.  The next day, we showed him around our little village by the sea.  Like I said in my postcard from Bristol, J is from America.  I call him MY J, because I like to call things “mine”, though I’m not really sure that he is a “thing” just like MY Peppa Pig lunch box or MY DVDS.

Anyway, so the next day I wore the shirt MY J gave me (among other things) and I thought that it would be a good idea to show him around my neighbourhood.  That’s what we did, we went down the village

That’s me eating ice-cream while me and my mum waited for MY J and Dada outside the Witch’s Museum.   She didn’t think it was a good idea for me to go inside.  

We walked up by the coast-gaurd’s hut on our way back.  I got tired from all the walking so here I am waiting for them to catch up with me.  Sometimes, grown-ups are so slow!

The next day we took MY J up for a hike to the next village called Tintagel.  It was a very, very, very long walk! 

 I actually had to give MY baby a piggy-back-ride because she was also too tired to walk!

Dada says this rock formation is called the Lady’s Window.  My mum got all hysterical when my Dada took me to look at it up-close.  She said it made her knees go jelly.  I don’t know why she said that when there was obviously no jelly around!  Sometimes my mum says the silliest things!

The grown-ups were all saying how lovely it was.  I couldn’t understand what the fuss was all about!  I like it when you can actually go near the water (not admire it!) and play with sand.

I walked that path all the way down and up again.

Now you know why I just had to stake a snooze on the bench up there.  There were also other hikers resting at the top of the hill.

It was indeed a lovely day and warm too!  My mum actually had to put some sunblock on me.  I don’t really like that stuff, it’s too sticky.  But mum said I need it to protect my skin from the sun.  Later during the walk, MY J asked if he could have some too.  He said he wasn’t prepared for this kind of weather in England.  He said he only brought rain gear!  It’s been raining this week, I guess if MY J was still here, he’d be happy that he brought all his rain gear stuff.  Mum says summer is gone and autumn is here.  She said it’s time to take out all our winter stuff from hiding.  I didn’t even know they were hiding!  

See yah!

Love,

T

This post is linked up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids

The Boscastle 2013 Duck Race

We are lucky that the village where we live has a lovely primary school that has a very good reputation and every year they hold a Duck Race – a fundraising event for the school.  I’ve actually been blogging about the event for years in my old blog, even before T was born and always participated by purchasing plastic ducks.  We never won of course.  Little did we know that in the years to come, we would have a little girl who would someday go to that lovely school.

So two sundays ago, down we plodded to the village with T and her best friend F (his parents volunteered to handle the playschool booth).  The weather was great and we all had such a lovely time.

The event started off with a funny magic show and a talent show that showcased the lovely students of the Boscastle Primary School.

There were kids who sang individually and as a group. There were also kids who played the strings and of course, what’s a talent show without any dance numbers?

My husband and I were really impressed with the event.  Everyone was present to give support, from the kids who participated, to the parents and classmates who were present in the crowd to give applause to their fellow students.  Of course, there were also locals (like us) and tourists too.

Our favourite human-fruit machine was also present, face-painting, a bouncy castle, a skittles alley and numerous booths that sold cakes and other food, drinks, as well as other stuff.

T and F thoroughly enjoyed the event and they both had their faces painted for the first time.  When asked what she wanted, T quickly chose a pig face (because it was pink) and F had a tiger face.

After all that, we chose a spot by the river to await the major event – the duck race!

There was no sign of T’s ducks, nor of F’s ducks in the finish line, someday we hope to be able to purchase a duck that will win the race for us.

I’m happy to report that no ducks were harmed during the race.

And this little piggy ran happily all the way home.

What have you been doing in this Lovely Sunshine …

especially for those  of you who like us live in a place where it could be a bit of a rarity like old Blighty?  Not anymore, folks! The beautiful sunshine seems here to stay for err… a bit.  See for yourself:

Apparently it was so hot in the center court in Wimbledon (where Andy Murray made history and won the much coveted cup yesterday.  Well done!) – the thermometer there read 40 degrees!

Here in our little village, we were out and enjoying ourselves in the annual Boscastle Duck race.  Would love to write more about the event, but I’ll have to pass for now because we’ve been summoned to the beach!  We are bringing the BBQ and Pimms.  See you there!

A Whinge-less Post

After my last entry, I’m happy to report that the weather has improved and temperature has dropped.  In fact since the sun was up, it was actually possible to have a meal outside, wearing only a light cardigan.  T even refused to wear hers and was playing around with her friends in her shorts and a long-sleeved shirt.

T with her friends.

Yes, the day was glorious, so we had breakfast out with some friends and their kids at our favourite hang-out, the Boscastle Farm shop as mentioned here.  That’s another thing worth mentioning about the English weather – unpredictable.  One minute it’s cold, dreary and dreadful.  The next, it’s sunshiny and absolutely lovely.

I had the full English breakfast which as you see consists of two eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, tomato, mushrooms and two pieces of toast.  Yummy!  The food in the farm shop all comes from local produce which makes the meals even more special.  If you’re in the area, come and visit!

T with her best-friend enjoying the sun.

Of course, this won’t last, but the trick there is to make the most of the good sunshiny weather when it’s there.