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My parents were worried when I ran around with scissors – now I play with fire and (intentionally) break glass! Based in the beautiful South West of England, close to the sea and often the scene of beautiful sunsets, I am inspired by the countryside around. Working with sea glass collected from remote beaches, soda lime glass from Murano, Italy, Europe, USA and beyond, I create artisan beads, for use in my own jewellery or for you to enjoy in your own creations. But I couldn’t stop there; continuing the theme from round rods to flat sheets, mostly from the USA, I break large sheets of transparent, opaque, multi-coloured and dichroic glass into much smaller pieces to make a kiln-formed range of bright, colourful jewellery and home decoration. Each piece I make is individually designed around the shape, size and beauty of the materials and intended to be unique, wearable, usable and affordable. All my glass work is kiln annealed for strength and durability and designed to give pleasure for years to come.

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Sea Fever!


I just had to go to the beach.  I needed to feel the sand beneath my feet. The Severn Estuary was just not doing it for me.  I have days like this, nay weeks, months; I have to go to the beach, with proper sand, without sight of Penarth (lovely though it might be) .  OK, so this is Carrick Roads, it's not quite the wild sea, but it does it for me.

It's about 160 miles each way and takes best part of 3 hours each way - we like a day trip!

Sea Fever

 
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
 
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
 
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.


What's this plant called?  Really pretty and flowering everywhere with thick fleshy leaves.
 
So, we set off at what has become known as Sparrow Fart in this house - an unheavenly hour, leaving 2 miserable moggies demanding to know why they can't get through the cat flap.  We lock them in, they wander if we are not back by 5pm.  There are some strange people wandering around here an neither is considered, in my eyes, fir to be dog bait - but many are taken.  I kid you not - the neighbour's cats were taken in full view.


A decent run down to St Mawes - it has to be the Roseland; I WILL move there 'ere long.  As I turn off the road to Truro I feel like I've come home, yet I've never lived here.  Not in this life.

(We'll skip over the quick trip into Truro for brunch at our favourite cafe, Charlottes Tea House in Boscawen Street (who don't have a website) and the wander around Lakeland (who do)).


The tide was out - I checked before we left, no point going for high tide.  There are several beaches in St Mawes but this is the one for me.  And there was more sea glass to be found than usual.  But not a lot.

Fortunately Mr BBS is quite happy to look for sea glass as well and several hours in the beating sun soon passed.
 

What about lunch?  We would normally stop for a pasty from the St Mawes pasty shop - but last time we were down this way we spotted a farm doing cream teas.  And very fine they were too.  So we decided that, en-route to our afternoon destination of  Poppy Cottage Garden in Ruan High Lanes (you know you are in Cornwall, by the names) we'd see if the farm was open for a cream tea!  Not sure I can pronounce it - everything start with 'tre' down there but we heartily recommend Tregairewoon Farm Kitchen - jam first mind, none of those Devon ways for us!
 

I think Mr BBS is studying an insect that landed on him - or was nodding off in the heat.
 

Scones, jam, clotted cream, cup of tea - sod the cholesterol!  Open most days - hopefully open when we are there for a week later in the year.  I intend to take my fill - it's not quite the same, 'North Somerset cream tea - that's a totally different place to Zummerzet, by the way - less charm for starters, more estuary.

On to Poppy Cottage Garden - they do teas and cake as well! And jolly fine they are too, although we did just stick to tea this time.  we love this garden and for years we were never in the area at the right time for it to be open.  It's not huge on 'open garden' scales, but it is friendly, you are assured of a warm welcome and it's the only place a poppy we've bought has actually grown and thrived in our soil (granted Charlie cat sat on it this year and it was not quite its usual self).
 

Gorgeous shady pergola
 

Mr BBS likes the ducks.  We know nothing about ducks, but these have a pompom on their head.  Bonjour matelot! (If you've never seen the French navy uniform you'll not get that).
 


And chickens
 
 This one seemed really friendly (but I'm not so daft as to put my finger in to test how friendly)


And a few funny looking chickens - we rather like these, Mr BBS always goes to see if they are still there (or in the pot)




Ducks in the shade - we'd have joined them if they'd have let us
 

More frilly chooks
 


It really is a lovely garden, well worth a visit - think it's £3.50 to get in (or BOGOF if you have the Gardeners' World 2 for 1 booklet - I'm married to an archetypal Scot)
 

These were unusual and beautiful
 

Waltz of the Flowers, fabric sculpture by Susan Long


and Eliza - also a fabric sculpture by Susan Long

Hope by 7pm, Two now very miserable moggies with strong opinions on their day, but batteries recharged for a few more months.

I have simple needs.  A house on the Roseland being one of them - just need that lottery win or a call from ERNIE.