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Fishing the tide up
afternoon September sun
close to my perfect.
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by Scooj
Tag: Cornwall
Thursday doors
Doors 41
This week a selection of doors from a recent sunny trip to Fowey in Cornwall. I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
by Scooj
More doors at: Thursday Doors – Norm 2.0
The Cheesewring
A competition
between giants and christians;
Cheesewring legacy.
by Scooj
- extract taken from Wikipedia:
A local legend says that the Cheesewring is the result of a contest between a man and a giant. When Christianity had just been introduced to the British Islands, the giants who lived at the top of the mountains were not happy about it. The saints had invaded their land and were declaring their wells as sacred. One of the larger giants, Uther, was given the task of ridding their land of the saints. He confronted the frail Saint Tue, who proposed a rock throwing contest. If Uther won, the saints would leave Cornwall. If Saint Tue won, then the giants would convert to Christianity.
Uther took his turn first and easily threw a small rock to the top of nearby Stowe’s Hill. Tue prayed for assistance, and picking up a huge slab found it was very light. One after the other, they threw their rocks, stacking them up in perfect piles. When the score was twelve stones each, Uther threw a thirteenth stone, but it rolled down the hill. Tue picked up this fallen stone, and as he lifted it, an angel appeared to carry it to the top of the pile of rocks. Seeing this, Uther conceded, and most of the giants decided to follow Christianity after that.
Minions
Ancient monoliths
weathered survivors of time;
the stories they tell.
by Scooj
Beautiful Demoiselle
Rising from the stream
graceful fluterer settles;
an angel in blue.
by Scooj
Blur
A miracle of
convergent evolution;
hummingbird hawk moth.
by Scooj
Roe deer
Two innocent fawns
break cover in the lane, sweet
and vulnerable.
by Scooj
Cornish air
It’s the Cornish air
grandma used to say, that’s why
I sleep like a log.
by Scooj
Clearance
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It isn’t easy
sifting through another’s life;
once loved, discarded.
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by Scooj
Thursday doors
Door 34
This week I thought I’d go for something a little different.
It was my father’s funeral last Friday, and family and friends gathered in Penzance where he spent a very happy last few years of his life. We hired an Airbnb property for a couple of nights in a village just outside Penzance. The property was nothing flashy, nothing out of the ordinary. It was definitely a case of function over form, but comfortable enough and set in 16 acres of hillside woodland – perfect for the dog.
When we were choosing bedrooms, my daughter said she didn’t want the scary room, and my son, who arrived with my wife a day later (courtesy of sitting a GCSE exam) said exactly the same thing.
It turns out that the room was indeed scary with a full wall oak wardrobe door that was wholly out of place in the room. It looked like the doors had been harvested from some other piece of furniture and subsequently worked into this space. Something of ‘the Sixth Sense’ about it…
Needless to say, nobody slept in this room.
by Scooj
More doors at: Thursday Doors – Norm 2.0
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