So, whatcha do on a blustery Sunday … not looking for a soaking but something a little more soothing …
A gentle wander around Trengwainton, looking for the elixir of life (slight of hand: go somewhere where you’re the youngest person by two decades at least — works every time) — a beautiful crown of croziers in a forest of tree ferns.
Camellias at their best … dodging between the squally showers … much more my sort of tea time.
And lovely low, warm light exposing the trees up to lovely no good.
And fungus offering up plates of … hmmm … rot and decay … nom nom nom.
And enforcers on parade … you will be white! White is best. Whatever.
And, of course … this being Penwith … magnolias to die for …
No … pink is good too.
For rhubarb too.