Friday, 12 April 2013

Cordelia's cottage

Cast your mind back to The Prodigal Wife and the coastguard cottage in which Cordelia lived and worked. This was set somewhere on the Devon coast within reach of both Kingsbridge and Dartmouth. Not so the cottage from whence came the inspiration for this dwelling.

Last Saturday and the weather was iffy – slightly better than forecast being bright but still cold. As some of the writers of the Georgian period would have put it: cold and cold. Marcia’s mobile beeped. It was a text from one of Marcia’s great friends, Anne.

‛Tea and some cake this afternoon?’

Lovely idea. Especially as it is Anne who lives in the old coastguard cottage – albeit down in Cornwall – referred to above. I have been meaning to let you see some reasonable pictures of the views that Anne enjoys but the last few trips down there have been in the rain or when the bay was home to a heavy mist. Not so last Saturday as the following will show. You really can’t blame Anne for wanting to live there, can you?

As we approached Anne's cottage, there was a man paragliding over our heads. If you look very carefully you can just see him hanging in the sky straight up from the road.

As I remarked, it was cold and cold but bright. For the first time it was possible to sit outside but only if well protected from that cold and, in Marcia's case, from the glare.

While we were there I shot some video. I won't bore you with much but this gives you some idea of the view from Anne's terrace.

We were about to leave when a drilling rig being towed down the channel by two tugs came into sight around Rame Head. Again  I am afraid, you will need to look very carefully to be able to see it and the tugs are almost invisible.

On our way home, we diverted to take in Looe and suddenly there was this wonderful light on the sea.

Yesterday we had to cross the moor to Tavistock. That makes it sound like a penance which was far from the truth. For weeks we have suffered from cold winds from the north and east which have given us the clear cold weather described above. During Wednesday night things began to change: a low pressure system which had been held at bay in the north Atlantic by a ridge of high pressure for ages edged closer and closer. By morning the wind was from the south and the thermometer reading was up by five degrees but we could see, building up in the west, the heavy grey clouds that presage rain.

Thus we drove across Dartmoor with the light constantly changing as the sun peered through between the clouds to light this hill or that tor and, before there was time to stop the car let alone take a picture, that streak of brightness would die away and everything would become dull and rather dreary for a few minutes.

The moor has a strange look this year, almost as if it were late summer or early autumn with all the green gone and the grasses, sedges, reeds, bracken and so on various shades of yellow and brown – the only greens in sight being that of the firs and the gorse.

Marcia shopping in The Happy Apple in Totnes.

Quiz for the week. What animal is this? Answer next week.

The blog dog this week is Lady. Well, she is, isn’t she?