Hit the estuary at Portsmouth—tide out, quite spectacular.
But nothing compared to arrival at St. Ives from St. Erth. Sudden vista of endless white sands, turquoise blue waters, with Godrevy lighthouse out in the center.
|First view of Porthminster Bay (lighthouse very faint in distance)|
Hired a cab at the train station to take me and all six bags (suddenly very huge and heavy) up the stair-step steep climb to the top of the hill where our B&B, The Hollies, on Talland Rd. turns out to be only three houses down from Talland House itself. Checked in to general pleasure with small but tidy, pretty rooms and big view out sitting room window to the Lighthouse itself. Bev Trood, the owner, very sweet and chatty.
|Talland House squeezed btw new buildings|
Got up and went for lovely breakfast downstairs, including gluten free toast for me. They switched Internet providers yesterday and girls are very happy with great connection. They want to move in as Ian and Bev are quite lovely, and the place feels very homey. I just booked 1:00 trip to the lighthouse, and now we are going back to Talland House. After the lighthouse trip, we are going to the St. Ives Museum, but rest of day is open for wandering, absorbing atmosphere, taking pictures, and shopping. I may try to squeeze in trip to Leech pottery.
Went up the street to take a closer look round Talland House. I warned the girls we might not be able to see much of the garden b/c I didn’t want to be intrusive and bother the tenants. But just as we arrived, a man in gardening gloves and a trowel walked out, introduced himself as the gardener, and invited us in. Trip karma once again. We’ve been so lucky and so blessed with generous people. So in we went.
What is left of the garden is beautifully cared for: the top terrace, the oval below, the flat side garden with the trickling waterfall in the corner and the stream leading down along the side to the gate onto Albert Rd below. Things have been trimmed and planted and shaped, though one suspects this more tended appearance takes the garden even further from the original.
escolonia hedge is still there, but interplanted with laurel and something
else that I think may be honeysuckle.
The big stand of calla lilies by the corner fountain (heaven knows if
they were there in Virginia’s day) has been replaced by clumps of psuedocoreus
(yellow flags, quite a favorite of Leonard’s). The large urns have disappeared from the piers
by the windows on the lower floors, which judging from furniture placement, no
longer function as doors into the garden.
The bright-eyed purple African daises no longer grace the top of the
oval, though we ran across quite a stand of them a little down the road, and
although there are no red-hot pokers, there is a large pampas grass down by the
gate The gate itself has been wired shut and is increasingly fully covered by a
hedge, though Woolfies wanting to recreate the 1906 visit of the Stephen children
can still climb the stairs and try to peek through.
|Waterfall in NW corner|
|Stairs from Rd up to gate, now overgrown|
|Construction below Talland House|