the pit

this is a picture of Luckett from Hingston. It is very difficult to find a good view of this little village. Mr Parsons, who is enormously important in Cornwall, says it is because Luckett is in a pit. It is certainly surrounded by mines. In the middle ground is Holwell House, and in the far, far distance is Launceston. Watch Tin decontrolled at the link to catch a glimpse of Luckett when it was industrialized.

home

this where I was born, and this is where I live, and this is where I want to die. Spot

chained to a rock

... I am doing my Andromeda thing although as you will appreciate I am the son of Cassie not her daughter. Original breeders live in caravan on other side of the river.

damsons

more signs of autumn. This is a very heavy crop of Damsons near Oldmill. I will try to avoid the life is a bowl of damsons analogy because from a canine point of view this is not strictly true, in fact a bowl of almost anything else would be preferable. 

ripples

these are water boatmen. I think I am right in thinking that they transmit their size and fitness by stamping their feet and sending out ripples across their watery space time continuum, a paradigm for all of us in a way I suppose. The guy at the top left is pretty tough, and the guy at bottom right is in a state of learned helplessness, lacks agency and the will to live in this pond, and therefore is depressed. The moral of this picture is therefore the more you wag your tail and the more you stamp your paws the better it will be.

blue and orange

the berries of the Rowan make a stark contrast against the blue and cloudless sky. Trees seem to have enjoyed the heat of the last few weeks, our apple trees are heaving with fruit, the Rowans are covered in berries, the walnut has almost doubled in size (no nuts, clearly not enough beating of dogs) ...what will the bill be I wonder for all this warmth?