Poor Pandora

Our (almost) local pub is no more after a vicious fire. Rebuild (for the second time), is the story but perish the thought that we might actually be able to stand at the bar.

Family tradition has it that a distant grandfather, when he was the owner, was the person who started the story that it was a 300 year old smuggler's haunt; a story which probably has no foundation in fact. A few years ago boat trips from St Mawes advertised trips to the '700 year old' Pandora Inn.

Where will we sail to on a summer's evening? More photos here.

Spring is springing

The sun has come out and, after a dry week, the garden is beginning to look as though it is alive. Our pots of bulbs are all in flower and there are buds on some of the shrubs that have survived the winter. Despite the cold, the losses do not look as bad as last year although the wind has seared the extremeties of several shrubs.

The 'new project' for spring is a new bed under the shadow of the merry hedge: extending the Cornish bed to give the smaller griffin something to look at and guard from marauding children.

More pictures here