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

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.

Our Methodist Church.

The start of the lane.

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

The bramble season is near now.

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

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

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

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

The Cornish Countryside.

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

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 .......

… there be Spiders …

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