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This week I went down to the Minack theatre with my mother on what proved to be a VERY windy day, to see Pericles, a play written probably-mostly-maybe by Shakespeare.  The wind was loud and wild and the plot fast-moving, so I'm not sure I caught all the intricacies, but we enjoyed the play anyway.   I have some more photos, which I may dig out later, but in the meanwhile have a video of the wild waves on the beach at Porthcurno, where we stopped afterwards to give the outbound traffic a chance to clear. 

I have no explanation.  Except perhaps that life is dull in Hatherleigh. 

Courtesy of two very cheerful gentlemen who phoned at exactly 7am to say they would be arriving in 10 minutes with a delivery. A good thing they did, because otherwise I would have been asleep.  Before the delivery arrived the village looked like this:



And afterwards it looked like this:


I'd walk the dog but she refuses to admit that times before 8am exist and is still fast asleep refusing to awake. 

On top of a fence post,
all covered in green
I photographed lichens
That evolved before the Eocene.


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 Foster dog woke me early on Sunday, so decided to take a trip down to the beach before the day got too hot
On the way home, I noticed these fields planted by some unsung artist of a farmer.  It is blue flax, otherwise known as linseed, stretching all the way to the skyline.

And here are a few photos of foster Carlos.

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Fiddling with the Finrod's Song translation continues, and both r_blackcat and the Neuromancer of kargicq have now put in so much time and effort and thought into it that I am really beginning to hope it might actually end up as a proper translation rather than me going 'AND HERE IS WHAT I THINK THIS MEANS! ALSO, POETRY!' .   The googledoc is still a work in progress but I'll probably do another LJ post and flock the old one once there is a more or less finished version.   Also, I have now learned a number of Russian words, and some of them aren't 'doom' 'oath', 'foe'  or 'curse'!

I drew a pastel Sauron. I am still not terribly good at getting a likeness, but...

I know that the Red Eye is *probably* a Third Age thing, from after Sauron was squished in the Downfall of Numenor, but I wanted a way of identifying him, so I decided it probably started life as a sort of heraldic device.    I'm not sure why the scar - I don't think it's canonical, is it?
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On Tuesday, it stopped raining.  So we went to try to find the Excelsior Tunnel in Deerpark Wood.  The Excelsior Tunnel was originally designed to be two miles long, and to connect to the Kit Hill summit mineshaft about 600 feet below the shaft opening on the hilltop.  But like so many mining endeavours, it failed half-way, and was never completed.    Later, the tunnel was used by the excitingly-named UK Atomic Weapons Research Establishment, which was trying to work out if it was possible to tell from a distance if someone made a Really Big Bang deep underground.

Sadly, we didn't find it, although I'm pretty sure we must have walked right past it.

We did find: a cow with a comical expression.
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Sun setting behind Bodmin moor as the light was going, and the mist began to come up and I began to wonder if the hounds were planning to make a night of it... (Rosie did come back! I'm counting that as a win even though I would have preferred her to come back before it got dark and I fell over.  :-/ )

 For some reason despite its entertaining name, we had only once been to Portwrinkle.  It was a couple of days after a timber ship had capsized and shed its load, and all I could remember about the place was the people swarming over the rocks like ants, picking up planks and carrying them away.   In theory, anyone who picked up timber was supposed to report it to some authority or other : in practice, it seemed that every garden along the coast got a new shed or deck that year...

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