February in Cornwall

Booking a Cornwall Tour in 2018

This is my first live blog entry on my new website. If you would like to book a tour with me, in Cornwall or even beyond Cornwall, please use the Contact Me page to get in touch. This month I hope to continue to work on the shop part of the website and tidy-up some other pages. Meanwhile, here’s what’s been going on.

A Walk in Lanhydrock Woods

A decorated pebble in Woods at Lanhydrock CornwallIt’s been half-term week and after dropping visiting friends back at Bodmin Parkway train station, I took a walk around Lanhydrock woods. The grounds run to the river Fowey, which was running high and fast due to recent rain. Dog walkers exchanged worries about keeping canines out of the river and how to get them out without becoming a newspaper headline. It was wet and gloomy although the walk was still enjoyable. Especially when I saw some ‘Gorilla Art’, a Cornish seascape, including lighthouse. Perhaps it shouldn’t really be there, but it didn’t seem like rubbish and it cheered me and the surroundings, I thought.

A Mouse Visits Tintagel Old Post Officemouse eaten Jaffa cake, Tintagel Old Post Office

At my home we don’t need to worry about mice since the arrival of Bucket the polecat. Mice and rats keep well away for fear of being eaten.

But at Tintagel Old Post Office Mr or Mrs Mouse had been in and tried to make off with a Jaffa-cake, from a packet accidentally left out by one of the staff. I will be working there for the last part of the half-term week, now that my guests have gone home. (Working here is my other job). The Old Post Office is actually a 600 years old farm-house, with alterations and additions by the many generations who have lived there. Cared for by the National Trust for more that 100 years, it’s a lovely surprise bonus if you are visiting Tintagel for ‘King Arthur’s‘ castle.

In the mornings the Old Post Office staff clean and prepare what is essentially a museum, for the days’ visitors. What I thought was a leaf by the side-door, turned out to be a mouse midnight feast. The Jaffa-cake had traveled all the way to the door from under the counter. I guess that the rather stuffed rodent couldn’t get it out of the gap between the door and the frame. Very disappointing!

 

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