A look over our Summer

It has taken me this long to to grab my camera and look over our summer photos.

As the evenings have turned autumnal and the days often raining, it has been a pleasure to reflect on the blissful six weeks of having the flower girls all to ourselves.

We went to our beloved Italy, always feels like a second home. The girls fit in so well there and this time we had a family wedding, we had family over from both sides. It was incredible.

Our days were filled with heat,food and the seaside. The nights pretty much the same.

I watched the Bluebell girl taking the wedding in. Loving every single part of it. I watched the little one, just indulging in pure unadulterated fun.

Italy was a huge success, and then it was back to Cornwall for a whole month!

The beach always plays a big part in our life here and we had lots of local days meeting up with friends. We also went to hidden places and places with dunes. The little one found her love for the sea for the first time and had her first surf lesson, while the big one now has moved onto a hard board for surfing.

I loved our day on my favorite beach with my special friends that we have all known forever here. The girls body boarded all day in the crashing waves. They caught Jelly fish in buckets, ate ice creams and grabbed a bucket of popcorn at the end of a long beach day and just watched ” The Big Blue” such simple fun and so good.

Most of the bluebells days were spent in the water and the little one was there for a large part too. The summer was full of love and sand and  I enjoyed every moment of it.

The flower girls now can ride. Lucky enough to have a friend who has a pony and can borrow one too. We took long long walks over the Cornish moors with her dogs and the girls riding beside us. The sun shone and the world couldn’t have been a better place at that time. The Bluebell cantered for the first time, with a view of the sea , over the scrub land she went. I would imagine and I hope that will stay with her forever.

The summer of 2017, although long gone now, will be special for many reasons. Lots of memories made.



Year Six and Year Three

IMG_7513When I grow up I want to be a Fashion Designer and an Artist said the big one.

When I grow up I want to be a Footballer said the little one.

And the new school year begins.


The Walk in the Cornish Woods

After a  full day on the beach yesterday the weather turned so we took to the woods. Three Mum’s and six kids.

What was supposed to be a walk, a feed of the ducks and a nut or two for the squirrels, turned into a epic adventure!

Wild woodland walks with crazy children in the midst of their summer holidays, creativity, madness and fun seemed to take over.

The older girls found a fairy tree, sprinkling of glitter seemed to spark something in them, we found tree faces that we knew must be the tree’s protectors. Fairy doors and slides. A memory from the Bluebell, a book, ‘look for the snail trails,’ she said, ‘they show the way to fairy places.’ Sure enough half way up the tree a trail was found.

The younger ones in a frenzy of bubble chasing, made a den, shrieks of laughter called the older ones over, who were delighted to join in. Never to old for bubbles, even at ten.

We stopped for lunch in the damp wood and the mud puddles were transformed into chocolate restaurants, leaves were dipped and twigs were served. Friendly squirrels approaches this wild squealing gang and were fed the odd nut.

We didn’t get far through the wood and yet had the perfect day. Pooh sticks were played and lots of streams were jumped in. One child got stuck in the mud, but a great rescue was made and all ended well.

Their imagination was well fed and everyone arrived home happy and very very dirty. A perfect day.

Stone Circles

If you know where to stop, because the sign is so small,

You can walk through a field and through a field door.

Walk a bit further and you may see and beautiful clearing,

Where fairies dance with glee.

Here is circle made of stone, where wild flowers grow and wild children roam

Free as birds and quite still time, its a special place where the world is always fine.

Go there if you can, if you find the sign and leave an offering on the land.


Enjoy! Its our favorite place ever! The wild one claims she saw baby angels once dancing in the sky



Endless Summer

Spring turned to Summer and the Maypole was danced through the town once more. The flower girls enjoy being part of this ancient tradition and the afternoon was filled with friends enjoying food together.

The bluebells sprung up in the churchyards and we got our annual photos of the one we call The Bluebell girl.

We have wandered gardens and taken ferries across the water just for fun.

The Bluebell girl turned 10 and for me it was bittersweet, shes growing into a lady, but still so much a little girl. She celebrated with her friend who she has know since she was born, they brought their friends together from two different schools for a party to end all parties. The sun shone so fierce and the garden was transformed into a massive water and icing sugar fight. All the girls are such good friends, only living a few miles apart, yet leading different lives. It was a joy to be part of.

The week before the party was the actual birthday and we met on the beach with both girls closest pals, one each. Both have been friends forever and we sat, shared food,cake and fizz and enjoyed the company of people that we have known forever here in Cornwall. The children ran into the sea and stream, jumped off rocks and made their own fun while we adults BBQ-ed and enjoyed watching them.

We have made the most of the beach on sunny days and SUPPed with our local seal. The Bluebell entered her first surf competition and enjoyed it so much. She has no fear of our sometimes wild Cornish seas, and her surfing is coming on so well.

The wild one maybe isn’t as wild as she once was, but it comes out in other ways, she is a natural horse rider and yet the ponies seem to know she she has a certain energy. I have never seen a pony trot so fast in my life to do everything it can to eat a child. She shrugs it off with the good humour that she has and puts it all down to experience.

We are looking forward to adding more to our endless summer memories, beach eats and long hot days, nights that go on forever and spending time with friends.

Its Spring

Spring came all of a sudden to Cornwall, right over the Easter Holidays. We spent an idyllic time on beaches, swimming in mermaid pools as clear as sea can be. We found caves and walked down sandy paths that led to hidden beaches, one such path harbored a small church.

We walked coastal paths and sat on the edge of the world looking over our land and felt it was only us there. We took supper with us and BBQ-ed food in a little cove. We ran into our little town to watch the sun set at the end of the day.We collected armful’s of wild garlic to make pesto again. It was that kind of holiday, the kind we normally dream of or read about in books. It was the kind of holiday I hope the girls will always remember forever as it was so very special.

Now the holidays are over the summer term has began, time is precious trying to fit it all in, but we have still met friends on the beach after school and still had days of playing simple games on the sand. I cant let the holiday feeling go yet and I wont until September is once again upon us.

The little wild one played her first proper football match, they called her the little mouse, so fast and no one can catch her. She was the only infant playing with much older girls. She scored all the goals for her team and did so well. I don’t think she will ever have another game quite like this one she was the star, everyone knew her name by the end of the match. It was a game we will all remember forever.

As I sit on the football court in the sun looking out to sea I reflect once again how lucky we are to live here surrounded by towns we love and quaint fishing villages. I love seeing the girls run down the cobbled streets of the town they know so well. We played ball on the beach this morning while waiting for Sunday school to begin, and emptied her shoes of sand before going to chapel.

The older flower girl won the school bake off as well as got a main part in the ballet show, this is a year she will never forget either. Different hobbies and past times and yet doing so well. Surfing is more her thing, she is still a little mermaid we cant get her out of the sea her love for it is so strong.  Today she took a drawing class, and we went to one together over the holidays. She spends her time making things and drawing, shes a pleasure to watch. Her inner peace she carries with her suits this place. She has nestled into Cornish life well, and yet she talks of leaving when shes older to go to Art school. I hope she stays if I am honest as I enjoy her company so much.

Surrounded By Sea

img_5710 lanta-2895 img_5187 img_3757 img_3715The last few weeks we have been surrounded by sea, the girls and me. Lands end with its wild winds and craggy edges, skipping on a sunny crisp Autumn day down to the farm. Turning corners to be faced with a flash of blue on a sunny winters day. Driving from coast to coast and yet the distance so short. The sea provides calm and tranquility and surrounds us everyday where we live.

On a walk back from Tennis the sun broke through, the path to our home runs nest to the sea, the bluebell couldn’t resist a run to the sand, she stood gazing out to sea while the little one fly up and down the beach path on her scooter. The drawer on the ocean only seems to lure the one child, but the other makes it work for her in other ways.

We were talking jobs and I asked Fleur to imagine what it would be like to be a zoo vet, her answer was she would rather be one of the chimps “to be honest”

The littlest flower girl turned seven, a party of mad slides and the annual pinata saw the moment in. She embraced her friends as they came in, jumped for joy at everything and generally had the best time ever, as she does with everything in life. Dinos was the theme and the party went down with a Roar!!!

Soon it was Christmas and our little fishing town was filled with lights. The sun shone and those perfect crisp winter days embraced Cornwall. On boxing day we ventured down to the sea and the bluebell paddled in the freezing sea, while the wild one shot rockets into space on the warm sand. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

But as January is upon us, Cornwall has shown its bleak side. The wild winds are whipping through our house on the hill, the waves are roaring in and crashing onto the beaches. Its so very very cold and the streets are empty of people. Its the time when not much happens and we stay at home as much as possible.

We went to an orchard blessing yesterday, where we danced away the winter in preparation of the spring. It was a beautiful community event, filled with ivy and Cornish Cider. The girls took drums and embraced the moment and the home made cakes. I left with a spring in my step and the feeling that better days are round the corner. The long harsh winters we endure can be just what is needed, a bit more time at home and a time to reflect, but also they can feel very very long.