Christmas trees on a Cornish Beach

The last couple of days the sun has seemed to be shining more so than the rain lashing down. The high winds have gone and the Bluebell girl noticed the daffodils poking through the grass on her way home from school. Her excitement was infectious, and she squealed with delight as she noticed more and more as our journey home continued.

Cornwall has been ravished by storms this Winter, the news has been full of horror stories and family and friends up county have been worried about us. We have been fine, we lost a chunk of roof, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed, we have been lucky.

There have been some beautiful days this winter though. We decided to bury our Christmas Tree a few weeks back. It was a decision made to “save the sands” it was figured that an organic bank would act as a wall to build up the sand dunes and at the same time stop our landfills being filled with dead trees from Christmas. Of course we embraced this idea. Dig, play go to a beach we hardly ever go to and do some good? we were there.

It was an amazing sight a beautiful sunny day, the sea sparkling, the golden Cornish sands, troops of people carrying spades and rows and rows of Christmas trees, almost standing to attention overlooking the sea. It was like they were saying there job is done, but we have found another purpose. The girls were over joyed to be part of this amazing pilgrimage and the weather played the game.

I love this little corner of Cornwall, its surfy, but not commercial at all, its local and lived in and a little tatty. We walked over the dunes, we crossed a small stream and on the sandy banks was a park. The girls had unadulterated fun and the little one learnt to swing on her own ( kind of)

I was people watching, as I do, and there’s something about Cornish kids, they have this look like they have really played. There hair is slightly wilder, their skin always has a touch of colour, their clothes are even slightly different and they have an air of freedom about them. Like the Christmas trees they know they have a purpose and its to play, play very hard, live the outdoor life and enjoy it to the max. It shows in their mannerisms and the way they play, they play with meaning. Its the salty sea air, I think it runs through them and they have a touch of the beach life running through their very being. I love seeing it and I know each and everyone, wherever they go and settle will always have something different about them and its about being born in Cornwall and the childhood they lead, it will stay with them forever.







Today was a cold blustery day, the winds were high and the sea was wild. The girls met there friends and ran over the sands, swung from old ropes on the harbour front used to tie up boats. They scaled the harbour wall and played dare with the rolling sea. Trainers and socks got wet, ears turned red and cold, hot chocolate was called for, but once inside the cosy ice cream parlour the nearest place open for shelter it soon turned into an ice cream order.

Today was just an ordinary winters day, but today is what childhood memories are made of. I loved today.



Tea for Two

We don’t really drink English tea in our house, its coffee or peppermint tea.

The girls like a spot of peppermint tea every now and again and the other day I served them tea in their beautiful Emma Bridgewater (  tea set, brought very inappropriately by the china loving Grandma. Its the sort of gift that has to be put away on a high shelve as we would all be traumatised by any breakages and we do have a ‘wild one’ in the house. But this particular morning all was relaxed and I served them tea. The whoops of delight from them were so lovely I could hear from the kitchen ” would you like more tea? ” “shall I pour for you?” like two elderly ladies in a Victorian stage play they went on like this for over an hour. It was such a pleasure to hear and a lovely game. They drank pots and pots that morning as it was all good fun. Granny was over joyed when I told her as she knows it rarely comes down to be played with. One day I will ask them to invite a friend round for high tea and pray the tea set survivesImage


As this blog is about our memories I must add in a few comments made from the little one: When called ” my treasure” from my mum last week she responded with ” I am not your treasure, I am not made of coins”

Today she asked if I will be bigger when its my birthday, I said yes, she laughed her little joyful laugh and said ” I thought you had stopped getting bigger Mama! ” and I laughed thinking yes… if only!