Rescued rabbits need forever loving homes!




These 3 little beauties were found running around our estate. Been with us for 2 weeks and no ones come forward. I find it truly heartbreaking to think someone has dumped these 3 little bunnies and what makes it even worse is it looks like one of the females is expecting any day, the nest is built. Trying to find homes for them. I already have 3 of my own, so another 3, plus babies will be more than a few too many for them to get the attention they need. If you live in cornwall, want to rescue a rabbit let me know.

#rescuerabbits #rabbits #cornwall


Stan earns a wash and polish


My hansom ol beetle has done me proud. He’s driven from Cornwall to London without missing a heart beat.

Stan is a lovely 1972 1200 beetle, not the speediest of cars, but definitely very steadfast. And for his trustworthy and steadfast manor I decided to give him a wash and polish, and doesn’t he look good!

Whether the weather could be anymore windy…


Today has felt like Chinese torture, the continuos gale force wind that has been blowing has not only been damaging to people’s property but also my mind.

Relentless would be an understatement. Rain, hail, thunder, lightening and furniture being hurled round the garden. Oh roll on the summer or at least a calm dry day.

My poor rabbits are not wanting to venture out and look miserable, they’re not the only ones.

My little figurines

My little figurines

These little beauties I found sorting out some boxes which I hadn’t sorted for 3 moves (shamefully near on 9 years).

I’ve had these since I was a little girl and they must be around 40yrs old. They will now go in pride of place on the g-plan. I still love bunnies and I still love baby blue.

It’s weird how something can reaffirm who you are in the simplest of ways. Of late I’ve almost lost sight of who I am. These little figures have brought me back round to myself.

Sitting here writing this I can feel all the things alien to me melting away. It’s good to get back to who I am.

Pondering a close…

It’s been just over a week now since Chops died and still I’m in what can only be determined denial.

The funeral is Friday and the thought of being in the same place as him is mildly comforting, as well as wholly distressing as it will be final. It’s the end of an era, things really will not be the same in St Agnes.

Mary (his wife) will need to adjust without his huge larger than life personality as a constant in her life. His boys will also have to adjust to the lack of Chops self opinionated advice, which I must add is pretty much spot on how ever much you loath to admit it. I for one will have to find another way forward without his business advice, which at this point in time was a real comfort to hear his matter of fact opinions.

There’s no dead wood with Chops everything was always an observation backed up with years of experience. No flowery poncing things up. I for one appreciated that.

Everyone of us that is missing him terribly is missing a variety of facets of a truly wonderful human being. Whatever he did he did it with conviction and a passion second to none. There was, and still is much love for this man and each and everyone of us will carry him in our hearts.

I still don’t know that I can say goodbye, and maybe we don’t have too, the stories we tell each other show sides of him we may of never known, so he still enriches our lives without being a man of flesh and bone.

So I look forward to Friday for the celebration of his short 60 emensely full years, and the privilege of sharing the day with Mary and the boys along with all of us who he reached out to and left us branded with his love and affection, be it tough at times.

So my friend make sure you’re making the most of the other side in the same ferocious and happy way you tackled life here.

Chapel Porth, St Agnes, Cornwall.

Chapel Porth, St Agnes, Cornwall.