
Just want to mention the magnificence of the Cornish hedgerows around us at this time of year…more primroses than you could imagine plus ransom and wild garlic popping up and beginning to flower, and bluebells showing incipient growth. These together with flowering weeds of purple and white, always make our walks and bus or car trips a real pleasure…The iwalkcornwall site has this to say about primroses, and we confirm that we have seen the pale pink ones in all kinds of places, but usually singly….
‘Although most primroses tend to be pale yellow, in residential areas, extensive hybridisation occurs with pink and purple garden primulas to create all kinds of weird and wonderful mutants, with some even shaped like cowslips. However there is a pale pink variety of primrose (known as rhubarb and custard) that is thought to be a naturally-occurring variant of the pale yellow (rhubarb-free) version as it has been found miles away from any domestic plants.
During Victorian times, the building of railways allowed primrose flowers picked in the Westcountry to be on sale in London the next day. Picking was done on a large scale but eventually became unfashionable, being seen as environmentally destructive. However all the evidence gathered suggests as long as the flowers were picked and the plants were not dug up, the practice was sustainable’.
At home the garden is starting to put on a real show with our never-ending pink camellia by the house plus one at the bottom of the garden, and a deeper red and a double white, plus our own primroses as well as our pots of primroses and hyacinths and our two troughs with alpines which are doing very well indeed.


The bosses were magnificently painted and it was truly awe-inspiring to see a full reproduction of one at ground level…..a full two tons in weight, and each one acting as the keystone. We were impressed too with the Minstrels’ Gallery, the 15 Century Astronomical Clock, the complete set of Misercords (with a very interesting side-story of the one carved as an elephant), and the highly decorated tombs, bosses and corbels. Great for me in particular was to see the chantry chapel of 
Finished ‘The Killing 2’. Was it as good as the first in the series? I honestly can’t say. It was long, complicated (for me), and crammed full with incident and plot turns, and it had a contemporary theme..involvement in foreign wars and possible trouble from immigrants at home. There were one or two loose threads for me at the denouement but what I can say is that I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, and it was crime writing of the very highest standard. I might however wait a while before reading the last in the series!
Decided today to combine visiting Lidl at Newquay for our weekend’s shopping with visits to some of the North coast beaches we didn’t know. First to 

Finished Patrick o’Brian’s ‘The Fortune of War’. What a book, what an author! ‘The greatest historical novelist of all time’ according to The Times. Would I agree? I certainly would. And this without me understanding at all a good portion of what he writes. I believe I may have read the first novel in the series but am not sure. This is certainly the sort of sequence of books that I would like to read from end to end and then back again. Set in the times of Britain’s sailing mastery of the seas, around the time of Nelson, the novels are about Captain Jack Aubrey and his good friend the surgeon and secret agent Stephen Maturin. In this particular story, they are about to return to England from the Dutch East Indies when the War of 1812 against America breaks out….two sea engagements ensue one lost, one won and Maturin, when captured, finds his spying activities catching up with him in a potentially deadly way. Much excitement and a wonderful re-creation of life at sea are just the basis for a wonderful storyteller to engage us in every way. And the amount of research underlying the novel, in foreign as well as native archives, is absolutely breathtaking. Wherever possible, as the author explains in his preface, history and fiction intertwine…’in this book I have two historical frigate actions and when I describe them I keep strictly to the contemporary accounts’ which he then enumerates. In the frontispiece there is a diagram of a square rigged ship with its 21 different sails….but this hardly enables you to keep up with a fraction of the detailed action. Nevertheless, and rather surprisingly, this in no way spoils your pleasure…as the TLS said of another of the sequence ‘each incident or description is saturated by a mass of complex and convincing detail…such details might be overwhelming were they not reduced to their proper status as background by the superabundant liveliness and lifelikeness of the characters and by the pace and excitement of the narrative……..’.
We had noticed
an area designated for disc golf (new to me, and most others I dare say), and ongoing work taking place. Should be excellent when finished. On the way back we called in to Fowey and parked for free at Readymoney Cove, with a pretty and interesting walk in to town. I can still find nothing to fault with Fowey….although there is evidently a lot of wealth around it does seem relatively unspoilt. A pint at the Ship Inn rounded off another good day.It is Fowey’s oldest pub dating from the sixteenth century and has a nice friendly, historic appeal inside.
Afterwards we sat on the quay for 10 minutes in the sun and admired the busy scene on the water, although we were quite puzzled by 2 boats which were going round and round in ever tightening circles…testing maybe, or rank beginners? We got the train back to Truro, and were relieved to find we could break our journey without penalty, and made our way down the hill into Cornwall’s only city. Our main purpose here was to exchange a faulty book in Waterstones’ which we duly did and of course bought three more! It’s still nice to be on the other side of the counter.
Valentine’s Day. Because I had not had the opportunity of being on my own to buy a card (yet received one myself), I thought we better go out somewhere! We went to an afternoon showing of ‘Jackie’ at the Vue cinema in Plymouth about 40 minutes away. Terrific multiplex with, I think, 15 screens, so plenty of choice. ‘Jackie’ took us back to a time when optimism was in the air which was to be shattered by Kennedy’s assassination. The film was all about the one week after the event as seen from Jackie Kennedy’s point of view. A very brave and polished lady who loved her husband but couldn’t forgive his affairs, these mixed feelings were to point her in all kinds of directions after the death. Yet the overall feeling that remains with you (if you remember the times as we do), apart from sympathy for Jackie of course, is one of opportunity lost – of a Camelot that proved to be a chimera. I have a small bust of Kennedy in front of me as I write (picked up in the Kennedy Centre when we were there), and he is with Churchill, and Nelson one of my truly great heroes. Flawed all of them but great, great men. Meal afterwards in the adjoining Pizza Express (you always get a reasonable standard there, but that’s about it).