June – July in Cornwall and procrastination

I’ve been quite busy with a longstanding work project lately, hence the lack of posts for a while. The other reason for the hiatus has been procrastination: I finished Anthony Trollope’s Phineas Finn a couple of weeks ago, but haven’t summoned the energy to post about it yet.

Meanwhile I’ve almost finished Elizabeth Bowen’s novel Eva Trout. I chose it as a contrast with the Trollope, but it turned out to be something I’ve not enjoyed much, so I’m not sure I have a post in me about that one, either. Maybe next week I’ll feel more energetic or inspired.

So today some updates on recent walks. Now that the UK lockdown has been relaxed a little we’ve continued, Mrs TD and I, to take walks a short drive away (but the local ones have continued too).

Poppies at PentireLast week the sun shone for two whole days in a row – this hasn’t happened much since May. We took advantage of an afternoon at one of our favourite beaches: Polly Joke. The poppies on the headland above are just coming out; soon the fields there will be a blaze of scarlet and gold (the meadow marigolds). It’s a spiritually uplifting sight.

The surf in this north coast cove was fairly wild after the unsettled weather earlier in the week – and month. It wasn’t exactly a glorious June for weather. The water was very cold.

Surf

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spaniel swimming

Spaniel about to emerge after his marathon swim

Yesterday we went to the Roseland peninsula on the south coast. There the sea is always more sedate – not so good for surfing. Also not quite so cold. After a cloudy start, the day turned beautifully sunny about four o’clock. We sat and had a picnic lunch on Porthcurnick beach (near the famous Hidden Hut café). A young man in a wetsuit walked into the water near us followed by his black-and-white spaniel. We thought the dog would turn round and swim back once the guy had swum so far, but he didn’t. We watched in amazement as the pair swam further and further. Right across the bay – and back. A distance of about a mile each way. The owner told us they do this a few times a week. The dog loves it, he said, but not when he was a pup.

PortscathoWe walked back along the coastal path to the nearby village of Portscatho. By this time the cloud was starting to disperse and the water was crystal clear.

We drove on to Carne beach. Like Porthcurnick, it was almost deserted. Two children played in the shallows, watched by their grandmother and parents. No doubt this will all change after Saturday, which our media insists on calling Super Saturday. Hospital EDs are bracing themselves for carnage similar to what they experience usually on New Year’s Eve, as the pubs officially reopen that day. Our doughty prime minister has helped to calm the situation by exhorting us all to go out and enjoy ourselves. Hibernation is over, he crowed. Yaroo.

We no longer need to keep two metres apart: the virus is beaten, defeated. Even though we still have over a thousand new cases a day. The ring of steel around our care homes has done the trick – maybe the virus is just running out of people to infect in them. Pubs and restaurants are safe to open, but not schools, yet. Makes sense, in the minds of our PM, and his Rasputin chief aide, the rule-breaker.

I won’t indulge in another rant. Here’s a picture of Carne instead.

Carne

 

 

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10 thoughts on “June – July in Cornwall and procrastination

  1. If I let myself go I would rant too about the stupidity of it all – from the top down to the idiots who seem to be acting if there’s nothing wrong. But it’s bad for my blood pressure.

    Instead, I will enjoy your lovely pictures and envy you the coast – you are very lucky to live in such a beautiful area of the world!

    • It’s sad to see the blunder and bluster from our leaders, who seem as clueless as they’re incompetent- et they insist they’re doing the right things at the right time’, ‘following the science’. But yes, this is a beautiful part of the world from which to witness the pied piper leading us over the cliff.

  2. Wonderful! I love your walks.
    As for political leadership, incompetence, and the CORONA virus…in the United States, of course, we have a president to more than match your PM. Two peas in a pod. A horror!

    • Donald: good to hear from you. I’m so glad you’re enjoying these posts. Maybe soon I’ll feel more inclined to return to more literary themes. Difficult to do so when all is going haywire. You know even better how that looks in the US… Just what we don’t need in a global crisis: narcissists who love power and hate responsibility, with no moral or ethical sensibility.

  3. I recommend a day or two of sticking your head — not your feet — in the sand.
    Too much COVID_19 news is bad for anybody, especially since you cannot do anything about it except keep yourself safe.
    And read something frivolous!

    • Sticking my feet in the sand and the sea was very therapeutic! But something frivolous is a good idea. I’ll see what might fit the bill on my shelves – was thinking of ordering a Wodehouse recommendation of John Self’s.

  4. Lovely sea pictures, thank you. I’m missing the sea so much but of course I’m not rushing down to get there in a hurry, but being careful of others.

    The Hidden Hut!! I’ve been there, last summer, when I went to the photo a day group’s summer party at one of our member’s house in Portscatho. We went to the HH on the Sunday, having excitingly driven over on the King Harry Ferry. This year the party was on Zoom, fun to see different people but not the same.

    Our Wetherspoons opened at 8 this morning, just as I was setting out for my run. I have so enjoyed not having to run the gamut of its customers hanging around outside …

    • I’ve missed the sea, too, especially as it’s so near. We’re lucky to be able to drive the short distance now – but dread the influx of tourists and lack of social distancing

      • Yes, I was terribly upset at seeing Bournemouth the other day. My cousins and aunty live there so if anyone should be going there it’s me, but no, keeping away.

        • Mrs TD and I are not intending going to any pubs or restaurants for a while yet: let the initial rush die down. Let’s just hope the good weather next week doesn’t lead to crowded beaches here. We all deserve to enjoy the seaside, but in a responsible way.

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