Tuesday, 12 April 2011
The Most Perfect of Days.
This is a very long post so please forgive me, but I so wanted to share one of our days out as it was the stuff of my dreams.
We rowed up the Penryn River toward the mouth of the River Fal, stopping off at the Prince of Wales Pier in town for supplies (chocolate, bread and crisps). There is something so very lovely about mooring up at a quay and climbing the steps for a little shopping! People were milling everywhere as the day was so beautiful and the views across the river just stunning with the patchwork fields so typical of Cornwall sweeping down to the sea.
With such a bright day the reflections on the water were amazing.
We headed off once more
across the harbour until land was once more in sight. Lucy rowed on one side
and Mamma on the other.
Just look at the sulphur yellow gorse and drifts of snowy blackthorn.
The closer we rowed to land,
the clearer the jade waters became.
Finally we picked a tucked away cove which we instantly named Stepladder Cove because of a very long ladder leading down from the wooded cliffs.
Elias took in the lines we had trailed in the (vain) hope of catching fish or crab for tea
while Isabella did her usual and drenched herself, clothes and all. The child did not stop running for the full five hours we were there.
Apart from when she ate of course
and even then
only for a moment.
I did a little knitting
while Davey took the older two out for a sailing lesson. they were both brilliant and tacked
beautifully. Isn't that sail pretty?
There was so much to hunt for
and shells of all kinds were thrown like flotsam against the cliffs.
We discovered a fabulously hidden bay of mussels and collected buckets-full. Dave cleaned them with Elias
while Lucy and I collected driftwood for a fire.
There is nothing quite like a beach fire
nd some salty fresher than fresh mussels.
I heated up a stone to fry some potatoes on which were delicious in hunks of bread.
and finally it was time to say goodbye to our little hidden away beach where we saw hardly a soul all day.
We sailed back, everyone full of sea air and good food, everyone tired out.
We quietly chatted about our favourite parts of the day
but there was so much about it that was good.
And we all agreed that we were very lucky people indeed to live where we do.
The most perfect of days.
Bye for now (and well done if you made it to the end!) x