The last few days in UK

Here I am home, with sure net access. 

So here goes, I hope this post isn't so large as to become tedious.

 I'll keep mostly to photos.

The Cornwall Fishing Villages

The ones we visited were everything I was hoping for. Gatherings of  bare and plastered stone houses all nestled around small bays with working docks. Interesting little shops and galleries plus eateries with the tasty offerings from the haul of the day.
Sitting against the sea as they always have, except with few modern amenities.

Between the villages, thousand year old stone walls and waiting for cows headed for milking.  We found out later the round stone and brick smoke stacks dotting the landscape are left over from steam operated mines. Tin and or copper.

Of course how could one resist stopping at Lands End, if only to say we were there.It's rather like taking a photo at the arctic circle sign a few years ago.

The Minak Theatre

This place really stunned me, awed me and showed me what one determined woman can create. 

This theatre was built by Rowena Cade and a few individual helpers.

She came from a privileged background in a remote setting where entertainment was self created.

At the age of 38 she was living on the Cornwall coast and asked to host next years local theatre production.

Through the winter she and her gardener began to clear a suitable area in her garden facing the sea.

She did this every year for the rest of her life. Hewing out terraced seats and a stage from the granite cliffs. By hand every year for the rest of her life until she was an aged old woman! Just imagine! The theatre grew and grew. Today it mounts an annual season of works and is maintained as a National Trust Site ( it may be a local group but I think it's a trust site)

My photos don't do it justice at all. 

Standing in Rowena Cade's  life work I could feel her inner strength right down to my bones. Wow! 

 Now my words don't do the experience I had there justice.

As my thoughts are slowly coming home and sinking my hands into the earth of my own city cottage garden that's what I'll finish with. A garden, far grander than my own and so it was my delight to wander through it's splendor.

The Canada I call home is an infant in the family of  long standing local settlements and so the architecture of centuries boarders on magical for me. I think the strength of my land is it's space, it's still wild landscapes, it's untouched secret places where one can go and be with mother nature. I still happy being a Canadian. 

Although I adore  travelling, I love coming home too.

I thank all who took the time to follow me on my UK journey,
 and look forward to getting back to posts on other subjects.