Campsight

When we arrived at our campsite in Cornwall this summer, this was the view over the fields at the back. Sadly it didn't stay quite as sunny for the entire duration of our stay. One evening it was raining so hard that we drove from our tent to the sinks to brush our teeth...

Monet

It's hard to look at this and not be reminded of a Monet. Apparently you can actually visit his garden at Giverny in France, the site of the famous bridge and waterlilies. Interestingly, Monet suffered from cataracts towards the end of his life, which may have been reflected in his paintings, which at the time they were affecting his vision had a redder hue than previously; after he underwent surgery to remove the cataracts in 1923, the hue of his paintings changed again, and he was possibly able to see further into the ultraviolet spectrum than is normal - he even repainted some of his earlier works to give them a bluer hue. Intriguing!

Give Me Your Answer, Do

Taken on a cliff-top walk in Cornwall. It was a really lovely walk, although unfortunately like an idiot I managed to get a fairly horrific sunburn on the back of my legs and spent the next few days slathering them in
olive oil and E45 moisturiser. Also, because we were camping, every time I had to crawl into the tent, the backs of my knees registered serious complaints with my brain. It was painful! So don't do that.

Interestingly, I was reading recently that the song "Daisy Daisy" (you know the one… about a bicycle made for two), was apparently first written about Daisy Greville, Countess of Warwick and mistress of Edward VII. Apparently she was known as the "Babbling Brooke" for her inability to keep things discreet and was thought to be partially responsible for the leaking of the Royal Baccarat Scandal in 1890, which resulted in Edward being called to testify in court and the whole affair turned into a bit of a society spectacle. It's strangely comforting to know that even a hundred years ago, tabloid gossip was still tabloid gossip.

I also like how the Wikipedia article on the scandal states that Prince Edward restrained his gambling afterwards, by taking up whist instead of baccarat. An altogether more respectable card game. And, incidentally, one which I learned how to play whilst on holiday in Cornwall. So the cycle of facts turns full circle.

Cairn

Another photograph of my summer holiay in Cornwall; there was a whole herd of cairns scattered across this beach. I don't know who built them or why, but it looked very picturesque.

In a not-unrelated note, my word of the day is tumulus, a "mound of earth and stones raised over a grave or graves". Purely because it sounds good. Also known as a barrow, a less awesome word which greatly confused me as a ten-year-old reading Lord of the Rings for the first time. Near the beginning of the book there's a bit which involves much unexciting messing around in/near barrows, and as I had only come across the word in the context of a wheelbarrow (and was too lazy to go get a dictionary), it caused me a great deal of confusion.

Elephant Rhubarb

This is a photograph of the leaf of a giant gunnera plant (I'm guessing gunnera manicata?) taken at Trebah Gardens in Cornwall. Along with other curiosities (including a Stumpery and bamboo maze), the Gardens sport a Gunnera Passage, which winds along underneath the huge leaves of these plants. They have giant spikes on their stems, and their leaves are several foot across (there's even a picture of me pretending to sit on one). It was one of my favourite areas in the garden; it's very cool to feal like a tiny midget creature creeping along in the shade of leaves the size of umbrellas.

Even though gunnera manicata is known as Elephant's Rhubarb, it's not related to rhubarb at all and sadly isn't edible. If it were then I guess we'd be one step closer to solving the world food crisis because one stalk could probably feed you for a week - some of the stalks were as thick as my arm. Interestingly, although rhubarb is usually classed as a vegetable, it's legally a fruit in the United States. For tax purposes.

Also, rhubarb leaves are poisonous, although you'd have to eat about five kilograms for it to kill you. In news of other toxic plants, I recently discovered that wild almonds are all poisonous as well! They contain cyanide. So if you're ever wandering desolate through a forest and you're feeling peckish, avoid anything that looks almondy.

Snooty

This fine fellow is a South African Fur Seal, aka Brown Fur Seal, aka Cape Fur Seal, aka Arctocephalus Pusillus, and he lives at the National Seal Sanctuary in Gweek, Cornwall. It has a hideous website but is actually a pretty cool place. If you like seals. If you do not like seals, it is hell on earth.

Fortunately I do like seals greatly, so I had a whale* of a time. Cape fur seals like the one in the above photo are a protected species now in South Africa; sadly the pups are still killed in huge numbers elsewhere in Namibia for their fur (hence the name).

Elsewhere in Gweek you can buy Seal Sanctuary Wine, but rest assured that this is not made out of seals but is in fact the normal kind from grapes, with a picture of a seal on the front.


* Or insert-water-dwelling-mammal-of-your choice

Vanishing Point

Originally this was supposed to be a photograph just of the water but given how wonky it came out, I feel it works much better upside-down - it's an interesting optical illusion. Taken at the lovely Trevarno Gardens in Cornwall, which is definitely worth a visit.

Sunshine Flower

Despite yesterday's outpouring of a single interesting fact, I'm back to wallowing in my own ignorance with today's flower. The photo was taken on a recent visit to Cornwall, where we visited several gardens, all of them absolutely gorgeous. My favourite was Trebah Gardens, which not only boasts its own private beach, but also has a bamboo maze, a shady secret passage beneath the giant leaves of huge gunnera plants (also known as "Elephant's Rhubarb") and (my new favourite word), a stumpery. Yes, even their collection of tree stumps is awesome.