'Time has Wing's'
Good Afternoon,
Fellow Readers and Authors,
I hope you are all well, wherever you are in the world, and enjoying your week.
As usual, time has been the governing factor regarding this latest article, and the lack of Internet too I might add. The hours fly by each day, and before I realised it, yet another ten days has flown by. My life was never always this carefree. As many of you reading this still are I’m sure, locked into daily routines that revolve around your work commitments.
I too spent a lifetime working, sometimes ridiculous hours, if a particular contract demand it. Work is a regulator to one’s life, a routine that marks off the day’s on the calendar. The reward is an annual holiday, hopefully somewhere pleasant, for those two weeks with family and friends.
My day’s now though, are ungoverned by the demands of a job, yet they still seem as busy as they were before I chose this new life. The ten days since my last post have evaporated in the blink of an eye, yet it seems I have been as busy as if I were still gainfully employed.
If you have read my last article, I was about to leave the Ship Inn at Par Sands. To give you an idea of my journey since then, I would have to write a small novel it would seem, as I have covered an awful lot of ground. The brief outline goes something like this.
Driving from Par, I headed West to a lovely pub named The Engine Inn. It is situated in a place called Cripplesease. The idea was to meet up with my son, and grandson who were driving down from Appledore in North Devon.
We met up and had an overnight there in the pub carpark, as the owners are receptive to motorhomes and vans alike. The following day, the boys headed off to St Ives for a boat trip around the bay, while I drove to Polkerris Divers.
The access to the beach was hair-raising to say the least, especially with a vehicle as large as Vera2. The nearside wing mirror folded in several times, as the floral in these narrow lanes did its best to deny me entry.
The arrival was worth every pearl of sweat I can assure you, as Porthkerris turned out to be an absolute gem of a venue. It was so good, the boys and I stayed until the Monday when they had to return home. It has marked the high point in my journey this summer, especially as I had the pleasure of watching the boys enjoying themselves.
But all good things come to an end, as did our stay. On the Monday we left in our little convoy to the village of St Keverne, were we said our goodbyes. They boys headed East, and I turned West, for what proved to be another epic day.
The first stop was on route, the Goonhilly Earth Station for photos of the old satellite dish that few realise is of historical significance. Meeting Joe on the gate, he was keen to describe the history of the dish, and that it received the first footage of the moon landing in July of 1969. NASA at the time were on the other side of the Earth and unable to receive this historic footage directly.
As for the remainder of that Monday, well you will have to wait unfortunately as the trusty laptop needs feeding yet again. I will of course continue the story as soon as I possibly can, before my adventures in Cornwall amount to a sizeable novel, and not a small blog. 😊
In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/53s5ut3s
Link - https://tinyurl.com/574nue83
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
Fellow Readers and Authors,
I hope you are all well, wherever you are in the world, and enjoying your week.
As usual, time has been the governing factor regarding this latest article, and the lack of Internet too I might add. The hours fly by each day, and before I realised it, yet another ten days has flown by. My life was never always this carefree. As many of you reading this still are I’m sure, locked into daily routines that revolve around your work commitments.
I too spent a lifetime working, sometimes ridiculous hours, if a particular contract demand it. Work is a regulator to one’s life, a routine that marks off the day’s on the calendar. The reward is an annual holiday, hopefully somewhere pleasant, for those two weeks with family and friends.
My day’s now though, are ungoverned by the demands of a job, yet they still seem as busy as they were before I chose this new life. The ten days since my last post have evaporated in the blink of an eye, yet it seems I have been as busy as if I were still gainfully employed.
If you have read my last article, I was about to leave the Ship Inn at Par Sands. To give you an idea of my journey since then, I would have to write a small novel it would seem, as I have covered an awful lot of ground. The brief outline goes something like this.
Driving from Par, I headed West to a lovely pub named The Engine Inn. It is situated in a place called Cripplesease. The idea was to meet up with my son, and grandson who were driving down from Appledore in North Devon.
We met up and had an overnight there in the pub carpark, as the owners are receptive to motorhomes and vans alike. The following day, the boys headed off to St Ives for a boat trip around the bay, while I drove to Polkerris Divers.
The access to the beach was hair-raising to say the least, especially with a vehicle as large as Vera2. The nearside wing mirror folded in several times, as the floral in these narrow lanes did its best to deny me entry.
The arrival was worth every pearl of sweat I can assure you, as Porthkerris turned out to be an absolute gem of a venue. It was so good, the boys and I stayed until the Monday when they had to return home. It has marked the high point in my journey this summer, especially as I had the pleasure of watching the boys enjoying themselves.
But all good things come to an end, as did our stay. On the Monday we left in our little convoy to the village of St Keverne, were we said our goodbyes. They boys headed East, and I turned West, for what proved to be another epic day.
The first stop was on route, the Goonhilly Earth Station for photos of the old satellite dish that few realise is of historical significance. Meeting Joe on the gate, he was keen to describe the history of the dish, and that it received the first footage of the moon landing in July of 1969. NASA at the time were on the other side of the Earth and unable to receive this historic footage directly.
As for the remainder of that Monday, well you will have to wait unfortunately as the trusty laptop needs feeding yet again. I will of course continue the story as soon as I possibly can, before my adventures in Cornwall amount to a sizeable novel, and not a small blog. 😊
In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/53s5ut3s
Link - https://tinyurl.com/574nue83
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
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