This week the bulk of the visitors to Cornwall began to dwindle as parents went back to work, and children to schools. The trees seemed to be heaving a sigh of relief at no longer having to look magnificent, and their leaves are beginning to turn to their autumnal golden hues. The weather has chilled just a little, and I am less tempted to wear shorts any more.
It has really sunk in now, that this is our new home. We have become locals (again) and the county feels far more relaxed, and its beauty can be appreciated without the busy roads, or packed streets in little villages, and we can find spaces in the car parks again.
My visit to the amateur dramatics group last week was very enjoyable. I went away enthusiastic about trying for a part in the pantomime, and I have a small bit of the script, and a couple of songs to get comfortable with before an audition. Then it dawned that I am setting myself up for an autumn of rehearsals, before a week of shows. I am questioning if my knee could stand up to the amount of stage work, if my voice is capable of the strain, and if I am trying to jump in too quickly with what might be quite a major set of lines to remember.
We also have a cruise coming up that will keep me out of rehearsals for a fortnight just as it would begin to get serious. On top of that, I am seeing the doctor tomorrow to review the X-ray of my knee. Although I doubt my knee will look suitable for replacement, there is a chance that I might be passed on to a surgeon for their ideas. If my knee is to be replaced, then the thoughts of hours bouncing around a stage are out of the question.
Deb and I have been out exploring again.
On Saturday morning we drove to the nearby village of Porthscatho where I have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon. It is about seven miles away from Tregony, and the roads have a white line down the middle for all but the last little bit. After discovering the surgery, and a convenient nearby car park, we drove towards home again. We stopped on the edge of the village, and went down a cliff path to look at the beach. It is nothing special but it is within easy driving distance, and good enough to sit on the pebbly beach and look at the sea.
We were back at our ‘village within a village‘ in time for morning coffee and a chat with our growing band of friends. This morning we met the oldest resident who is 99 years old, and still looks a spritely lady with a sharp mind. After a discussion we discovered we are the babies of the village. To put this into perspective, some of the other residents were the same sort of age as we now are, when they arrived.
On Sunday morning we were out again. We went to the ‘Lost Gardens of Heligan’. This very popular destination is about 15 minutes away, and most of the journey has white lines again. We arrived at the same time as a coach tour, demonstrating just how popular it is. When we got to the ticket desk, we asked about annual membership for the site, and were told that if we came back in October, we could get an annual ‘locals‘ membership for the same price as the entry for today.
We thanked the lady for the information, turned around, and went for a coffee instead of going into the gardens. We will come back in three weeks time and have the annual pass. That will allow us to watch the gardens evolve over the year.
Back to the car, and we went to the village of Mevagissey just a few miles further down the road.
This is another sleepy Cornish harbour village, and similar to St Ives or Porthleven. It was packed with visitors of course, all enjoying a beautiful sunny morning. Deb and I stayed for about an hour, and began our exploration with an ice-cream. Then we walked to the end of one side of the harbour, followed by a visit to the local museum. It was free to get in, and had three small floors crammed with memories of village life.
To round off the morning we bought a couple of sausage rolls, and ate them as we sat of the rocks looking at the scene around us.
At last we have begun our adventure in Cornwall.
This morning (Monday) began with a bit of a shock, with rain making the place look a little dreary. During a break in the rain, I trotted down to the doctor’s surgery to pick up a prescription. It rained again, so I got wet, and discovered my prescription had been kept at the main dispensary in Porthscatho. Never mind, I will be there tomorrow when I see the doctor.
I will spend some time with the new book editing later while the weather is less than inviting to go outside.
During the week, I expect Deb and I will spread our wings a little more to explore the area. Perhaps we will get a bit closer to our old home this week.