Vid.No.1 This was the view from the back door a couple of minutes ago (if you look closely, the lightening struck within the first 3 seconds and then the thunder followed)
It is tres exciting, but I am glad that I wasn't taking Naughty George on his daily drag when it all kicked off. It could have been perilous. The lightening could have struck a tree, causing a branch to land on our heads. And Naughty George has got so much bling on his dog collar that he's a natural scampering target for any self-respecting lightening strikes.
I am not implying that I want him dead or anything, but NG reached new levels of git-dom today.
Picture the scene; I was abruptly awoken (with a pounding headache because I've had a cold for the last couple of days), at 6.30am by Izzy shrieking; "MUM! MUM!"
I leapt into action and ran downstairs brandishing a frying pan that I had found under the bed, half expecting to find an intruder in the living room.
Instead, I found Izzy in the aforementioned living room, standing stock-still like a statue.
"What's up chicken?" I asked with a perplexed look on my face.
"Naughty George has pooed inside," she said with a stricken expression, staring at her contaminated foot.
I surveyed the scene, and it quickly became obvious that not only had Izzy stood in the shit, but she had undertaken a victory lap encompassing the whole ground floor.
"You utter bastard, George" I muttered under my breath ..... over and over again ...... as I spent 25 minutes cleaning and disinfecting my daughter, the floors, rugs and other miscellaneous soft furnishings.
And throughout the whole gut-wretching experience, Naughty George was lying in his basket, on his back with his paws in the air, snoring contentedly.
As you can imagine, I was quite keen for a bit escapism after such an intimate encounter with such a large volume dog of squit. Hence I was glad to jump back into my blog and continue with the goings-on of my holiday in Cornwall.
If you remember, I went on holiday with Izzy, my friend Sarah, and her friend Gary. And because I am like Mother Theresa (except that I probably quaff more bread and wine), I have got some photographs for you.
Oh, but before I forget, the photographs are of a day out that I had planned. On my own. Without a spreadsheet or internet connection (there wasn't one). It was like being a caveman, except that I didn't paint a picture of a bison on the caravan wall using crude colours.
Here goes ...............
Pic.No.1 I had decided that we would have an early lunch in a harbour village called Mevagissey
Pic.No.2 I had visited Mevagissey a lot during my youth, when we used to sail around the Cornish coastline for our holidays. See that little boat in the middle? That's your best yacht that is
Pic.No.3 More boats. It was more a working fisherman's harbour than a swanky yacht destination, so there wasn't much Bolly sloshing around
Pic.No.4 This is Gary, Sarah and Izzy. They are standing next to a van with 'Mevagissey Wet Fish' advertised on the side. Hmmm someone needs to employ a marketing agent
After lunch, I had planned that we would visit the 'Lost Gardens of Heligan' (you can click on that link to see the reviews on Trip Advisor).
To give you a bit of background (because it is really cool): Heligan had been the seat of the Tremayne family for more than 400 years, and was one of England's most mysterious estates. No-one outside of the estate knew what was contained within the walls. At the end of the nineteenth century its gardens were at their zenith, but following the the first World War, they deteriorated quickly, with bramble and ivy drawing a green veil over what was called the “Sleeping Beauty”. Decades of neglect meant that the gardens had become lost to sight.
It wasn't until the 1990s that a conservation trust discovered a a tiny room, buried under fallen masonry in the corner of one of the walled gardens ..... which opened a door to the gardens which had been hidden for more than seventy years.
Upon the discovery, a bunch of mentalists decided that they wanted to restore all one thousand acres of the gardens. And so they did ..... and after twenty years of back-breaking work ..... we have the Lost Gardens of Heligan which we visited whilst on holiday ....... gnarly or what?
Pic.No.5 This is a map of the Lost Gardens of Heligan. The real-life proved to be a LOT bigger than they appeared the map
Pic.No.6 The gardens were magnificent - meandering paths with tons of hidden areas waiting to be discovered. This was Gary and Izzy in an Italian garden
Pic.No.7 Izzy with her hero - Sarah
Pic.No.8 This was bloody brilliant. An arched walkway dripping with fruits of various kinds
Pic.No.9 A Scarecrow in the vegetable garden. Looking at his dress sense, I think he might be from oop north
Pic.No.10 A rhubarby, cabbagey type plant in the vegetable garden
Pic.No.11 Many of the gardens were walled ..... like the flower garden
Pic.No.12 This is what you encountered when you entered the flower garden
Pic.No.13 There were loads of flowery type things in the flower garden, not unexpectedly
Pic.No.14 An arty shot of a pink flower thing
Pic.No.15 Just off the flower garden, we happened upon this secluded watery haven
Pic.No.16 Next to the watery haven was a pagoda filled with flowers .... and Sarah had a quick sit down because she was knackered. She's always knackered so I am going to get her a t-shirt with 'I'm knackered' emblazoned across the front
Pic.No.17 A yellow dangly flower
Pic.No.18 After the more formal walled gardens, we headed out towards to the more natural conservationist landscapes. This was a green gypsy caravan, but it had been converted into a bird hide
Pic.No.19 Hurray! It's me. Oh, and Izzy of course. Blending into the background like chameleons
Pic.No.20 Flippin' hek. This tree was like something out of a horror movie
Pic.No.21 Was it me, or did it have a face? I think it comes from the Triffid family. I expected it to always be the same distance behind us, no matter how far we walked
Pic.No.22 This was the 'Jungle' section of the Lost Gardens of Heligan, and it was truly marvellous. It was just like a jungle, except it was in England. How did they do that?
Pic.No.23 It was covered in dense undergrowth and trees, and it had boardwalks linking the steep inclines so that we were literally walking through the tree-tops
Pic.No.24 This is a pinky type flower that we walked past. Probably a dandelion or something
Pic.No.25 Sarah and Izzy. Imagine having one of those bastards in your salad (the leaf, not Sarah or Izzy)
Pic.No.26 This is a swampy type pond in the Jungle area
Pic.No.27 Izzy and I took a quick moment out to do a 'Zoolander' in the stepping stone section of the Jungle
Pic.No.28 Gary does a 'Harrison Ford' in the jungle. Kind of. Except he didn't kill snakes or get anywhere by swinging on ropes
Pic.No.29 Another Jungle pond
Pic.No.30 Finally we emerged from the Jungle section and arrived (blinking) into open countryside. We found a bench to sit on for a while (because Sarah and Gary were knackered), and noticed that we could see Mevagissey village in the distance
Following our rest, we continued walking, and in no time at all, we left the Jungle and headed into the 'Forest' section of the Lost Gardens of Heligan .......
Pic.No.31 Look! We found this sculpture of a bird crafted into the forest floor. I did pose next to her, prostate on the forest finery, but my baps looked to have an unusual configuration in the picture, so it didn't make the Editor's cut
Pic.No.32 This is the forest sculpture that Heligan is famous for ..... a head nestling amongst the trees. Look! It has got the same hair as the Ginge
So that's about it when it comes to the Lost Gardens of Heligan. I have to say though, that it was a lot more magnificent than the pictures depict (I should be on commission or something). You could literally explore for two days and not see everything.
Enough of that. By the time we finished with Heligan, everyone was Hank Marvin (starvin'). And because I was responsible for planning, I had organised for us to go to a small harbour town called Fowey for dinner.
I love Fowey because it was another place that I regularly sailed to as a kid (with my Dad, obviously. Otherwise I might have been considered precocious). It's also the place where all the yachties hang out. And because the yachties generally have a dime or two to rub together, you could be sure that as well as being picturesque, Fowey had lots of fine eateries, and an endless supply of Bolly.
Pic.No.33 We parked the car and walked down Fowey's narrow twisting streets towards the Harbour Square. I thought that this person's front door was the dogs danglies. Except that I wouldn't want to try and get a sofa up there
Pic.No.34 The main street in Fowey (if you are in America, it is called 'Downtown')
Pic.No.35 We decided to eat in an Italian restaurant overlooking Fowely Harbour. Look! there is a bird soaring on the right hand side
That's enough of Cornwall, although I think there are two more posts to come ... what do you think, should I write them, or abandon the subject and go onto something else? Hmmmmm.....
So dahlink, have you seen the signs of Autumn where you are?