Latchley

this is the next village down river from Luckett, and our parish district, taken from Devon near Lamerhoo. The Tamar is just below the bottom edge of the photo, next stop Gunnislake. But first stop at the Royal.

scrumping

these rooks have a habit of pecking the apples which then go rotten and fall off the tree, where they are being consumed at present by a one winged juvenile jackdaw. Unfortunately these injured birds do not survive long on the ground but there doesn't seem to be any way of helping. I just like their will to live. 

ready to fly

these are my house martins. They are very nearly ready to fly. There are three of them but these two are so fat they block the entrance to the nest. Off to Africa, maybe back next year. Messy or not it feels good to share living space with them.

Venterdon

... the little village of Venterdon. Sam Davy died on Tuesday and did not live to see this fine evening. He lived here all his life. He was a lovely man. He knew about gardens and growing things, but he hated collies, for good reason I think, because he was one of the three people Uncle Max has bitten (the other two were more deserving of a good biff). Life is sad sometimes. Goodbye Sam.

the pit

this is a picture of Luckett from Hingston. It is very difficult to find a good view of this little village. Mr Parsons, who is enormously important in Cornwall, says it is because Luckett is in a pit. It is certainly surrounded by mines. In the middle ground is Holwell House, and in the far, far distance is Launceston. Watch Tin decontrolled at the link to catch a glimpse of Luckett when it was industrialized.

home

this where I was born, and this is where I live, and this is where I want to die. Spot

chained to a rock

... I am doing my Andromeda thing although as you will appreciate I am the son of Cassie not her daughter. Original breeders live in caravan on other side of the river.