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Cotehele, views in the grounds

Cotehele has beautiful grounds, with broad vistas of the river Tamar – which forms the border between Devon and Cornwall, off in the distance. cote2

The house is built from grey granite, lovely in sunshine but perhaps a little foreboding on a grey winter day.

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But there are always fresh sights opening up.
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They have a large variety of daffodils, some very old with wonderful fragrance.
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Plenty more spring flowers.
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And I don’t know how many favourite flowers a girl is allowed, but these are some of mine.
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I only had time to see a small part of the beautiful gardens at Cotehele, so I must go back later in the year. Perhaps then I’ll take a woodland walk to the river bank.
Click on any photo for a clearer view.

100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups Week # 127

Because we put our clocks forward last weekend Julia’s prompt is ‘time marches on’. Here is my entry.

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Past Times

She slithered under the metal bedstead. The object of her desire waited in the dark, dusty space in all its splendour. It had a picture of a dog, and a large winding tube, like a Sally Army trumpet, that she could fit her head into. What could it be she wondered?

‘Get out of there now you naughty girl, I told you not to touch that.’ Surprised, she banged her head on the diamond shaped mesh under the mattress.

That was sixty years ago, now she could plug a tiny gadget into her ears and listen to a thousand different songs. Time marches on.

 

If you’re really quick you can join in at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week127/

 

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold and Bastets Pixelventures

Krista at the Daily Post has picked the theme of THRESHOLD for the weekly photo challenge this week. She says,

A threshold is a point of entering; that point just before a new beginning — that split-second moment in time, full of anticipation. All the hard work is over; relief is palpable.

I find thresholds exciting, that strange space or feeling when things could be vastly different depending on a choice, so it inspired a poem.

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Threshold

the threshold of disintegration

crumbling shattered overgrown

with vine tendrils both living and lost

where Capulet fingers perhaps lingered

 

flakes of rust eating into metal that

rests precariously no support for any arm

that dares to lean to stretch towards

the golden light still dawning

 

balcony of decay and neglect

standing on pillars of sustenance

destined to fall or rise from

the threshold of disintegration

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/photo-challenge-threshold/

Bastets pixelventures challenge is looking for pictures that inspire a poem so I’d like to add this post, I think it fits

http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/03/31/bastets-pixelventures-april-1-2014/

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Cotehele, in the details

Anyone who has been following my blog for while will know that I love to look at the small details of a place or subject, especially when I visit a historic house. Last weekend at Cotehele was a real feast for my eye, so I thought I would share with you. I hope you enjoy this little gallery, click for a larger view and let me know which is your favourite!

The Great Hall at Cotehele

Cotehele is a Tudor manor house built between 1485 and 1539, high above the banks of the river Tamar in Cornwall. It was owned by the same family- the Edgcumbes,for six hundred years and is one of the best preserved Medieval manors in the country. They rebuilt the original 13th century property, before creating an even grander home a few miles away at Mount Edgcumbe, so Cotehele was little used and hardly changed over the centuries. The house became National Trust property in 1947 in lieu of death duty.
Today I’m showing you some of the armoury to be fond in the Great Hall.

And some other items I liked.

I’ll be back in a few days with some more photos of the house and garden.

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Looking Through the Squint

I’ve had a really lovely weekend, full of creativity and sunshine. Yesterday I went to a National Trust property just over the border in Kernow – Cornwall. They say that Cotehele probably originated around 1300 but most of the building took place in the late 15th century. I’ll post some more photos later but meanwhile here’s a little squint. A squint is a small peephole built into a wall, so that that owner could look down on other rooms to check what people were up to, they were often added in mediaeval times. At Cotehele this on looks down on the Great Hall.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 126

 

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Julia says, ‘The prompt this week is:

…Family…

You can take it anywhere you like but only use 100 words.’
Here are mine.

Meeting Uzo

The familiar smell of coach station enveloped me and I pressed my nose against the window hoping to see another self. Nothing. The little belly flutters shifted up a notch, more like a train in a tunnel now. I realised I had to move from my seat, I was last.

There were many black faces in Birmingham coach station, but one stood out.

‘Sis,’ said the big black bear as he wrapped me up. I felt shy as I raised my eyes to meet his, but there was the mirror I’d waited so long for, in the eyes of my newly found brother.

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week126/

 

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Killerton Spring

The weather forecast got it wrong this morning, so I walked the dogs and then took my camera to Killerton to make the most of the unexpected sunshine. I’ve taken you before, for the Christmas decorations and a fashion exhibition, but this time I wanted to see how the grounds were looking in their spring costumes.

The Magnolia blossom was spectacular

Everywhere you look, flowers both woodland and cultivated

Shrubs and assorted loveliness!

Killerton is a National Trust property a few miles east of Exeter, I hope you enjoyed your spring walk.

Poetry Prompt # 2 – The places we are

Lucid Gypsy:

if you haven’t visited We Drink Because We’re Poets, it’s a great blog. Pop across and try one of the prompts. Unlike me, you should be able to get it right and write a poem for a poetry prompt!

Originally posted on We Drink Because We're Poets:

As I am sure you know by now, Sahm is on a sabbatical and I have stepped in to poison you with poetry instead, just until he returns.

Hi, I’m Oloriel and I will be your poetry curator at We Drink Because We’re Poets for a while :)

These last few weeks I have been thinking and revisiting a lot of places. I would find some unchanged, unwashed, my graffiti not painted over. Then again, some of them would be gone, vanished without a trace or turned into a very expencive bakery.

This week I would like you to share with me a poem about a place – a place that was dear to you, but is no longer there. It can be a bar, a museum, a library, bookstore, your old school – anything. I invite you to tell me what changed, what got replaced and how did it…

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