We plough the fields and scatter ...

Barley harvesting started in earnest today.  Bad weather coming tomorrow. Weather warning in Kent for rain and gales. No wonder they want the harvest home.

My heart goes out to 'Doc Murray' (see previous blips) who is now under canvas on Scilly (the Isles of but often just called 'Scilly' - and in Cornish dialect it would be 'Where's she to?' And the reply, 'Gone Scilly'. My favourite daffodil - the multi-headed 'Scilly White')

Heavy heavy rain is going to lash St Agnes and her campsite and her and her partner's tent all night. Those flat insubstantial islands will be hit by each and every wind as it swings counterclockwise from SSW to Northerly. Still gales are likely to be much stronger in Kent.

A day of gardening, finally getting out the heavy, arm-wrenching hegdecutter I bought from a bloke in Hayle many years ago. As in

'Where's he to?'

'Gone Hayle buying a hedgecutter.'

'When'll he be back.'

'Dreckly.'

I knew a sculptor who did big stone heads and he worked on the head of Julius Reuter in a quarry on Bodmin Moor. He reckoned that when he asked one of the workers how he was feeling first thing in the morning the quarryman replied, 'Sheet of flame!'

I lived in a house on the moors above Penzance for ten years.


I picked up my red onions today and spread them out to dry. And the snips and pliers caught my eye this morning.