Another day walking the Cornish path with Pip, Ruth and Clare. Filling in the bit sadly missed last October when I exchanged leg power for a ride on an open topped bus – a necessary trip as a result of breaking the dog.
Remembering hot days spent at Polkerris beach; sitting on the sand watching kids jumping off the harbour wall at high tide. Even I had a go. Kayaks and wind surfers, hot pizzas and fresh seafood from Sams, a cool pint from the Rashleigh .. Ahhh, it’ll come round again soon!
A great Sunday stroll: starting from Lerryn village green, across the river (jumping the stepping stones at low tide), through farmland towards the small waterside village of St Winnow with its beautiful 15th century church perched above the water. Then looping back, along the shore, join the woodland path on the return to Lerryn and a warm welcome at the Ship Inn. A great way to spend 2 hours, with or without dogs. This time of year wear waterproof boots – the mud is glorious!
Hooray for happy customers – thank you so much for taking the time to drop us an email. It makes it all worthwhile. Hi there Just a quick note of appreciation. We had one of your geese at Christmas, purchased through Trevaskis Farm, and it was without doubt one of the very best we have ever enjoyed. We have been having goose at Christmas for many years and yours was outstanding for configuration, preparation and flavour. The fat rendered down will also be cooking the best roast potatoes for the next twelve months. Thanks again for what I’m sure was a lot of hard work at your end. Andy and Jacqui Hi Debbie, Just wanted to thank you for producing such wonderful turkeys – we had a really wonderful small one which Jayne delivered to our front door! It was one of the best turkeys we have ever had and I did want you to know! Best Wishes Janet
I’m in the mood for love Recorded this a few months ago .. have been practicing on the chickens. They tell me I need a heap more confidence before I can move onto the pigs.
Its become a Christmas tradition amongst some hardened individuals – to throw oneself headlong into the freezing surf battering the beach at Polkerris. Lots of people do it! Honest. Simon cycled to the beach, then jumped in. Rosie, Matt, Charlie and Joe did it. Kit took photos. Rosie even swam! This year I decided to go for it too. No longer could I be shamed by my children. Man, what a way to wake up after a night of limited sleep. The best part: medicinal malt whiskey administered by good friends immediately after and the warmth of the Rashleigh Inn to defrost.
It’s started. Jona Lewie, the Pogues and Kirstie McColl all confirm it. The 2012 lead up to Christmas .. the great British pantomime .. beginning with the stage dressing. I’ve chosen my tree. Put my order in with Amazon. I’ve considered sending cards (I fail at this every year – some kind of get out clause in the job description). Even the leaves in the yard have been swept in readiness for our Christmas visitors. And elsewhere .. christmas cakes and puddings are quietly maturing in Big Buns kitchen, whilst brussel sprouts are being harvested in the fields of Cusgarne – shamefully tolerated only once a year in our house with the promise of lardons – and beautiful children’s surprises are being gift wrapped at Bird to be sent across the globe. And cue the pluckers! Hoorah! Today, together with our splendid team, we began killing the geese. They’ll hang for 2 weeks, after which we shall make them ready for ovens all around the UK. That it happens at all is a feat of behind-the-scenes organisation; a crazed time of phone calls, orders, packaging, more orders, finalising transport details, last minute orders etc. starting for us way back in June and continuing until the final curtain call. ‘FIVE MINUTES EVERYONE!’ Santa, no snow please till after Christmas eve. Cheers mate. Mad .. hohoho
Leaving Downderry for Cremyll on Monday morning, we walked with eyes on Rame Head all the way. The three of us set out in drizzle (lost the path immediately and found ourselves aimlessly wandering along the beach), but as the hours passed the weather got brighter, until we were walking in T-shirts.
Neither Ruth nor Clare slept well last night .. visions of subsiding paths, us slipping down cliffs and into the sea. In the face of being ‘irresponsible’, ‘insane’, or bluntly ‘bloody mad’ .. we left the farm at 9am, heading east.