Just the second BBQ of the year but on a very special evening as Spring turns to Summer. Clearing away a shed load of the detritus from the old year.
Spring lamb Kebabs to die for … a glorious feast culturally appropriated from the wide fertile crescent and cooked on an American BBQ in a Cornish field … whatever … it was nommy.
With the stars above our heads, in a beautiful clear sky, and the earth beneath our feet, faces burning in the heat of the flames and the wind in our hair … and, very much, life bursting, bustling, snuffling all around us.
We even carefully, hurriedly, anxiously, carried the burning embers inside to rekindle our home fire … and it caught.
Something to do with that dazzling white paint I suppose — seducing the software — the skies are always unbelievably deep and intense behind the lantern at the Trinity House lighthouse on Lizard Point.
It’s just a guess but I’d bet almost anything that this granite finger is called Gull Rock … OMG, looking at the map it has a name name: Bumble Rock. Not sure about that. There are bona fide black-backed gulls just sitting there, owning it. Bumble? Teetering. Hmmm … Maybe. I’ll go with Gull.
And this week’s high point, half way to the moon, was high above Housel Bay …
Weird, no? Waving, not falling.
But in the steep little valleys around the Lizard, Spring has definitely vorsprunged.
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 …