Saturday 30th May

We had some good news yesterday. The Health Authorities have declared our Nursing Home clear of Covid19. Everybody in this wing of our retirement village has been tested, and all the residents are free of the virus. Just one member of staff is now in self isolation.

It means they are now ready to accept new people – assuming that they have been tested, and are clear of the virus.

The management are waiting to hear the latest news from the government at the beginning of June, before making any further relaxations to local lockdown levels.

On Thursday Deb and I woke to a very brisk easterly breeze which comes hammering over the hills to our side of the village, and also funnels up the valley. It means the balcony is no longer a pleasant place to sit in the sun.

We had a better idea.

We jumped into the car and drove about eight miles to a clifftop carpark, from where we walked down to the beach near Portscatho. Unfortunately the tide was just coming to its highest, and not much of the beach was available.

We made the most of the sandy beach as we could. The sea was what I would describe as being rather busy. The waves were less than a metre, but they were coming in one after the other with little gaps between them.

On our arrival there was just one mother with two young children, plus a woman giving her dog an excited walk and splash around in the waves. The children, and the dog, were enjoying the cold water, and while the boy and girl shrieked in delight, the dog barked repeatedly at the waves.

Deb and I decided to go for a walk on the cliff path, and we were soon walking towards the next beach called Pendower, the same as our house. The pathway had not been used very much and the walk involved dodging long grass, cow parsley, and nettles. By this time of a typical summer, the paths would be well trodden and much clearer.

Our route took us past the Coastguard Lookout station where the man on duty was scanning the bay. There were just two ships that we could see, and the water was far too rough for local fishermen to be out checking their lobster pots.

We walked along the path for about ten minutes, and this was such a lovely change from marching around the familiar lanes and streets of Tregony. The next beach was quite some way off, and soon we turned around to go back to where our car was parked.

The plan is to drive to the Pendower Beach on our next outing.

During the walk, I slipped on the edge of the rocky path, and jarred my leg. Although I wasn’t aware of any damage at the time, I was soon feeling my age again as the leg complained. It is nothing serious, but it has reminded me to be more careful.

There was an email waiting for me from the travel insurance company. They are delaying the payment for as long as possible to cover our cancelled holiday in the Channel Islands. They want a further invoice to prove that the holiday was cancelled by the holiday company, and that no refund was offered.

I was back onto my travel agent, and they will chase the holiday company for something suitable.

I am hopeful that I will eventually get the pay-out, but there is no rush. After all, what else can we spend the money on?


Friday dawned in the same way as Thursday. The sun was shining strongly from a beautiful blue sky, but the wind was blasting into us. The trees that had been so still for several days were being shaken and swayed around by the wind. Our local radio station declared this to be a light, or slightly brisk breeze. Personally I would have described it as considerably stronger, and certainly sunbathing was out of the question again.

At least being forced to stay inside, has meant I managed to write quite a bit of my book.

I also posted some photographs on a local Nostalgia Facebook site. They were pictures I managed to recover from a bundle of very old negatives that were found after my mum died. They show several family members that I do not recognise, but also some buildings that might be recognised by other Cornish people. I also posted some of old aeroplanes flying past people viewing them from a hill, and even one picture of the R101 Airship just a short while before it crashed. The pictures appear to date from the late 1920’s onwards.

Not long after I posted the pictures, a cousin suggested that one of the pictures might have been of Trevassack Cottage where my dad grew up. This makes sense, and many of the photos have other people that I recognise as members of his family.

Another person suggested a name for some of the aircraft, and another person confirmed my thoughts about the R101.

The internet may not always be seen in the best light, but the ability to show and receive information like this is amazing. The people in these photographs were members of the previous generation, who could never have imagined that their photograph could be displayed and seen by millions of people around the world.

These people grew up in an age of the mass availability of the car, radio keeping everyone entertained, and up to speed on the news. They also saw colour films for the first time, and witnessed the dawn of television. Brave men and women were blasted into space, and even walked on the moon. Those first steps on the moon were viewed live on colour televisions.

About the only thing that didn’t change, was that the world still insists on going to war, and killing thousands of innocent people to satisfy the greed, or idealism, of a few.

We have anti-biotics to cure our illnesses, but still have no cure for the common cold. Worse still, man has accidentally created germs that kill more people than war achieved.

I wonder what the next 50 years will achieve?