Tag: north cornwall

G is for Graveyard

This was taken in the graveyard of Minster Church, Cornwall, autumn 2012.

The gravestone reads:

Mr. John Bond (not James :p) was a loving husband, devoted father and grandfather.

He was also her friend and soul mate.

How touching is that?  I love graveyards.  I’ve always had, even more so since moving to England.  We have one nearby, just by the headland and Little T and I love passing through it.  She likes to smell the flowers left on the graves by their loved-ones.  I on the other hand have always loved the tranquility, the ambiance in cemeteries, especially the one pictured above.  Minster church (and graveyard) has the loveliest setting – it is beside St. Peter’s wood in the Valency valley.

In autumn, as you can see from the photo above, the leaves turn into the most golden of colours.  In spring time on the other hand, you’ll find a lovely spray of daffodils and bluebells all around.  If you come to North Cornwall and love old chutes and graveyards, you should come and visit and see for yourself.

What about you?  Do you love graveyards?

Linking-up once again with #alphabetphotographyproject.

Twilight Fun

Two Wednesday’s ago, a friend of ours helped organise a successful event to raise funds for Minster Church here in North Cornwall.

The weather wasn’t good at all, during the day.  But thank goodness, it cleared towards the beginning of the evening.  The event was held inside, but after a while the kids sauntered outside for a play and the grown-ups followed.

Little T and her play-mates with the grown-ups watching over them.

It was a perfect lovely evening for the kids to have a run-around.

If this photo looks a bit familiar, it was taken in the same night as seen on my previous post.

And then sunset, happened.  People went out to have a look at the sun slowly setting over the horizon.  Isn’t that lovely?

For more information about donating/volunteering or helping in the keep of Minster Church, please click here. And if you find yourself looking for a place to have a lovely meal, do drop by at the Farm shop, you won’t regret it.  The place as you can see, has lovely sea-views and rolling hills.  They also serve delicious full English breakfasts, lunch and don’t forget to have a taste of their home-baked cakes.

This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s #CountryKids.


Hope everyone is having a lovely weekend out in the sun! 🙂

A Story of a Grave

Years ago when we first moved to our little village by the sea, we spent a lot of our free time taking long walks along the coast, the valley and the woods.  It was during one of those walks when I first noticed this desolate looking grave that was obviously buried outside the graveyard, but still near Minster Church.

I became even more intrigued when I read what was written on the headstone.

Joan Wytte

Born 1775

Died 1813 in Bodmin Jail

No longer abused.

Abused?  Was she a victim of a ghastly crime which happened long ago?  I couldn’t wait to go home and do a bit of sleuthing on-line and google did not disappoint.  After typing in her name, I learned that she was a witch, also known as the Fighting Fairy Woman.  During her time everyone knew her as a clairvoyant, a diviner and a healer.  However, she developed a tooth abscess which probably was the reason why she became so bad-tempered later in life and would shout and pick fights with incredible strength (as reported), which led people to believe that she was possessed by the devil.  She was later imprisoned not because of sorcery, but because of public brawling and died of pneumonia  at age 38 in Bodmin jail.

Apparently, over the years her bones were disinterred and used in seances and other pranks, before being displayed at the Witchcraft museum in our little village.  Not only was she persecuted through life, but even in death, she was ridiculed as visitors gaped at her and stared at her bones through the window display of the museum.

In the late 80s, the then curator decided to have her bones laid to rest, especially since they were experiencing some “disturbances” in the museum.  After almost two hundred years, she was finally at peace … no longer abused.

Not on consecrated grounds though –  see that fence?  She’s buried just outside the boundaries of the church’s grounds, into the woods.

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory.

Hope everyone has a lovely week ahead of them!

Down in the Harbour

Little T in her rain gear.

We had another close friend visit us last week and on the sunday before she left, in spite of the rain forecast and very grey day, we decided to go down in the harbour especially since the tide was low.

The horses were there again.

And this time, the blow-hole was puffing away the waves as it entered the little cave.

As soon as we reached the harbour, little T as always wanted to play in the sand.

Good thing there was enough beach for her to play in.

This is little T’s favourite playground.

After all why not?  For them, it’s like an enormous sandpit!

And then little T had a brilliant idea …

She wanted to eat ice-cream!

Then back up again…

Stopped by the horses with Aunty S.

The it was time to head off for our sunday lunch.

Everywhere was grey, what a contrast from these photos taken just a few weeks ago.

This post is linked-up with Commbe Mill’s #CountryKids.

And #PoCoLo.

Hope everyone is having a lovely weekend!

Down in the Valley

Little T goes to a small play-school/nursery here in our little village by the sea.  It’s a lovely play school and when the weather is good, they take out the kids for some fun in the sun and the outdoors. They also have their own little vegetable garden where the little ones learn how to plant and care for their vegetables and flowers.  And last Wednesday, that’s exactly what they did.

There’s little T having fun with her wheelbarrow.

Little T with a young friend.

And one of the reasons that makes this play-school special is that just below, is what makes up a child’s paradise, complete with a make-shift bridge made up of a fallen tree and a tire swing over a body of water.

See Little T walk cross the make-shift bridge with the help  of Auntie L.

The kids had so much fun taking turns in the tire-swing, there’s little T with one of the lovely play-assistants in the nursery. One little boy tugged on my trousers and whispered “If you shut your eyes, it’s like riding a roller coaster!”  He looked barely two-years-old and I wondered “Does he even know what it feels like to ride a roller coaster?”  And then remembered how powerful a child’s imagination is.  Indeed, it must have felt exactly like riding a roller coaster.

Looking at these photos I am affirmed that we made the right decision in raising our child in the country, though admittedly, time and again, I miss the city.  But this is the place where our daughter makes magical memories every single day.

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

Snow over the Headland

When we first moved down here, my mother-in-law said to me “Don’t worry Dean, it doesn’t snow in Cornwall”.  On the early days of January 2010, it did.

I was probably around a month or two pregnant with little T when this photo of Mutley up in the headland was taken.  Since it was a bit of a novelty for snow down here, the local BBC asked people to send in their snowy pictures and I sent the photo above.

T has never seen it, so I’m hoping that it would once again snow down here where we live.  It usually snows up in higher-ground, in the moors like in Dartmoor, so we are thinking of driving up there just for her to experience some snow.  We might even take little Doc with us too! 🙂

Does it snow where you live?

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s What’s the Story

And The Oliver’s Madhouse

Have a lovely week everyone!

T and the Rugby Nippers

As parents of  toddlers we are always on the look out for activities that would burn off all that energy only a young child would have, although at three, T and her best-friend F are not considered toddlers anymore.

At the moment, T goes to play school three times a week and only stays till after lunch-time.  We are taking little steps here, we let her make the decision.  Last week, it was her idea to stay till after-lunch and so she did.  The decision to stay till three, will also come from her.  On Thursdays though T and her best-friend F “plays” rugby with other kids with the help of coach Dave of the Nippers Rugby.

Do you notice anything different in this photo?  T is the only little girl!

Dave is very good with what he does and the kids really enjoy the rugby sessions with him.  They are taught basic sports skills, simple rugby exercises and social etiquette.

And they also learn the meaning of “team work”.

Future female rugby player?

The session runs about 45 minutes.  There is a break-time enough for the kids to have a drink and a little rest.  A niece of mine asked me, why rugby?  It actually doesn’t really matter what kind of sport, we just wanted an activity that would allow our daughter to run around like a loony and burn all that excess energy.  It’s great though of course that she’s learning a sport and experiencing what it is like to be in a “team” no matter how small the group is.  This works perfectly well and as I’ve mentioned Dave is great with the kids.  And also where we live, it’s a bit difficult to find activities that are age-appropriate for them, other than the usual sit-around-sing-dance-storytime kind of thing, which she does at play school anyway.  She has mentioned that she wants to dance ballet, I’ve yet to find somewhere close to us.  For the meantime, she’s enjoying her rugby sessions so much with coach Dave.

So if you have a little one of your own and live somewhere in North Cornwall or even Devon, do check if Dave is doing any Nippers Rugby session in your area, you won’t regret it!  For more info, please click here.

Exploring an Ancient Village

If we see men and women dressed all in white, I’m out of here!  

I said to no one in particular as we got off the car in the early evening of the first few days of September.  It wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t really cold either, but the temperature definitely dropped so I wore my cardigan and zipped up little T’s hoody as she asked me –

Why mummy?  

I wondered then how could you explain the wicker man to a three-year-old?  So I just said that mummy is just being silly.  But there was certainly a bit of an eerie and mysterious air in the atmosphere as we trundled along to find the ancient village of Carn Euny.

After the hunt for the Merry Maidens, we decided to do more exploring, so  J armed with a map and a book of Cornwall’s archeological heritage directed us on our little quest.  Don’t ask us how we managed with an American guide, let’s just say, we didn’t exactly end up where we wanted to, but the final destination proved to be even better than the original one.  After all, stumbling upon an old hamlet of the Iron Age and Roman-British period isn’t exactly a regular occurrence  in one’s life right?  I didn’t think so at least …

There is still a lot visible in Carn Euny, you’ll find lots of remnants of ancient house walls in a circular and a window like this one:

See how thick the stones are?

I wonder though if it was thick enough to protect the inhabitants from whatever harsh weather conditions they had at that time.

Is this where they grind their corn?

Entrance to underground stone-chamber, T not sure whether she wants to go in.

I guess the most remarkable structure that can be found in this Ancient village is the underground stone chamber which was probably used as storage.

In the end, she couldn’t resist her curiosity and happily went in.

and out, in and out.

Can you imagine what it must have been like in the Iron Age?  I’ll tell you what it was like, peaceful.  Imagine the absence of the sounds of technology, transportation and other 21st century noise pollution.


That’s what it must have been like.

So if you’re in Cornish countryside, come around and visit Carne Euny, an ancient village.  For directions on how to get there, click here.

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

Snapshot: The World Outside

This was the view from our window when we had lunch at a pub over-looking the beach at Crackington Haven, (North Cornwall).  It was a lovely-hot(ish) summer day, even though it was high-tide, there were still loads of sun and sea worshippers.  Next week though might feel like summer is out of it’s way – hope that changes.  The good thing though about the British weather is that it always changes, it’s as fickle-minded as my lovely soon to be three-year-old.

I’ve linked this photo up with Podcast’s What’s The Story

Level Three Heatwave (and more photos)

The MET office issued a level three heatwave warning in England last week. The hottest temperature was recorded at 32 Celsius in Heaththrow, when I told my mom about the warning and how “hot” it was, she laughed. Then again, the last time I was back home in the Philippines – December 2010 (yes, that long ago =( My husband and I chuckled when we heard them mention in the news how “cold” it was in Baguio, a lovely city up in the mountains – it was about 8 degrees Celsius. No, the PAGASA didn’t issue a warning in the area.

Anyway, that heatwave is gone this week. It’s still a bit warm(ish), but we’re lucky down here in the coast, we always have a cool breeze blowing even during the so-called heatwave.  Not entirely sure if that sums up our whole summer here in England.  If it does, we were lucky we had such glorious weather for two consecutive weeks.  My daughter is browner, (though being half-British, she will never be as brown as me).  We’ve had as much fun in the sun as we could, like I mentioned, going down into harbour at low-tide to play at a little patch of beach on the sea-bed, in just her knickers.  What more can a little girl and little boy want?  Here are more photos –

T with her best-friend.

Keeping their little found-treasures from the beach “safe” from the water and yes, that’s my shadow.

Can you see how happy they are?

That look on her face is priceless!

Yes, it is beautiful here.


and this time,

it is a happy sigh.