Sweet honesty and Bubbling Brooks

Oh! Where does the time go?

Another week, another month, gone.

Busy with the day to day things …

… that eat up our time.

But also getting acquainted …

… with what Cornwall has to offer.

Colourful gardens …

… a visit to the tin mines …

… at night.
A torch lit walk across the cliffs …

… was magical.

A tour of St Michael's Mount …
… all to blog.

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No matter how much we have to fit in our day though ...

... we need, at times, to slow down ...

… take stock …

… make time to smell the flowers.

Have been doing that too.

Long walks down narrow lanes …

… where the only sounds are birdsong …

… the buzzing of bees …

… and the sound of bubbling brooks ...

… that crisscross the moors here.

The hedgerows are rich …

… with a plethora of wild flowers.

Foxgloves, stitch wort, red campion …

… sedums, bluebells, sweet honesty , frothy cow parsley …

… and delicate ferns and grasses.

Spectacular.

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Next post …

… a secret dell uncovered …

… and the Cornish delights.

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