Swimming in that lovely county, Cornwall.

Some of my forebears were seafarers from Padstow. I should like to visit more often than I do.

Still Life With Fruit !!!

How about this healthful stuff?

Woodland

How I loved to climb a tree,

To sit up the top of my leafy palace,

Queen of my glorious woodland,

A magical faery world.

A sream ran rippling through the wood,

Steeply banked and deeply pooled,

Bordered with flowers according to their season.

Windflowers, celandines, starred the banks with Spring

And my memory with enchantment.

Woodland

Blankness

I can't think of a thing to write,

My mind is blank like this page;

No thought, not a single idea in sight,

It's enough to put one in a rage.

New blog

As this is the first time we have set up a blog we have had an exhausting time working it out.This is 'we' as Joe, my husband has been helping me. I shall now do my profile.

Test blog

I am trying this new blog.