My back yard …… in The odd entries from life …….

Revised: 08/25/2016 6:58 a.m.

  • Aug. 25, 2016, midnight
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Life in Grampound Road is nice, it doesn’t have so many walks as we had in Perrancoombe or the easy access to a three mile beach, but in one year here I have fiends some thing I didn’t have in sex years in Perrancoombe.

My backyard is not my garden, it is a lane across the road from the Church, the lane as narrow and leads to a ‘right of access’ path through farmed fields; we keep to the path so there is a little loss to the farmer.

I can stand on the path and the village is out sight – round the corner, standing on the path I see a countryside of fields and farms; my pastoral Cornwall.

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Our Methodist Church.

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The start of the lane.

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There are just a few houses on the lane, this is the first.

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The bramble season is near now.

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Now the metaled road ends now and so do the homes.

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This is a ‘soft day’ it is what the Cornish call a damp day.

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This little chap came by alone, his owner came mounted on a houres with a old slower friend.

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Out of the cover of trees I could feel the soft day on my hands and face!

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The Cornish Countryside.

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Our ‘right of way’ and we must keep to the path.

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This was as far I went as I was getting damp on this soft day, also look right and down; there is a small light gray patch .......

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… there be Spiders …

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Back on the way to home and coffee, but I noticed the horses in a field; and one was kind enough to look at my camera.


Last updated August 25, 2016


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