Friday, 1 June 2012

Go, lovely Rosemoor...

GO, lovely Rose—
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
    That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be...

So the poet - Edmund Waller - wrote.  But had he stayed at Rosemoor (Walwyns Castle in Wales), he would have written  "STAY, lovely Rosemoor..."    In other words, it is a great holiday cottage complex.  Beautifully managed by its Dutch owners - everything runs like clockwork.  It has lovely grounds, and a reserve with a lake just down the road.  And a beautiful bit of greensward on which to hang out ones washing. The rocky coast and the splendid hedgerows remind me of my faraway childhood holidays at my granny's house in Praa Sands in Cornwall.

We couldn't use our mobile phones at Rosemoor - however, given that the human race have managed for centuries without such things, we managed our week there without one.

There was enough internet access to be able to check our email a couple of times, which was nice.

Bea has been on her travels for a couple of days and arrives back today for lunch with David. Sandwiches, various, plus a lemon cake and fruit.  Must go and start making them.

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