We ❤️ heat! @cornishchillies have spiced up all our lives, and we can't wait to see this crew again at The Market in November.
Tell the world, bring your crew and let's make this the best yet! 🌱✌️😍🏃♀️🍰🍦☕️
Yesterday a hurricane rendered me flat on the sofa, keeping company with intracranial hypertension. Just hope and I hanging in a sunspot, trusting in a better day. Today a fallen tree cut us off from the world. Just a thirty minute diversion down winding narrow Cornish roads and we could arrive at the other side of the tree. Two parcels to post for our Berlin grand beauties and a cup of tea by the sea would be lovely. We smiled and resolved to enjoy a day at home. Surely it will take hours for the tree to be removed. Then a twist. The fallen tree fell further, bringing down power lines, cutting power to our sweet river valley. I bundled in wool to protect from the dampness that settles quickly between these twenty-four inch stone walls. This converted hundred-year-old barn designed to house chilled Cornish daffodils. A chilled Cornish daffodil I am not. I gathered a growing stack of magazines and a warm cup of Cornish tea fortuitously brewed on our emergency stove. Three hours passed with no power. Then a flirtatious flicker before the return of silence. I turn to a neglected stack of sewing and darn the corner of a pocket on a favourite sweater. Then another. Rhythmic stitches and quiet gentle thoughts. The echoes of trotting horses across the still river valley. Just hope and I hanging in a beauty spot, trusting in a better day.
I'm the first to admit I'm more than a little behind when it comes to the tech (I'm still gripping tightly to my 4s), but honestly, who still uses phone books that routinely get delivered on the doorstep...for their actual purpose & not just to prop up your desktop monitor?