Have any of you ever been to the 'black hole of Cornwall'?
We find ourselves in it a fair bit.
Being in this hole means you are unable to blog! Yes! Those dear furry friends of ours out there will probably have noticed our absence. Indeed, we have noticed our OWN absence!
Each morning I sit here by the computer but it never opens and I suppose it is because, like us, it is in the dastardly 'black hole of Cornwall'!
Bing in hopeful blogging mood
Despite the hole, we do quite like Cornwall.
We monitor what goes in and out of cupboards ...
Darcy gets into gear in the garage ...
We take our surveying duties seriously and like to watch for flies from upon high ...
Unlike at home, there is a digital TV here. We find this especially rewarding when undertaking a spot of cable chewing (Darcy); the reaction from Mrs H when the TV no longer works is quite something to see!
Left: two bits of red tape covering tears. Right: transformer repairing fraying
We have both become rather fond of a hat Mrs H found for us, it was lost and all alone in Mount Edgcumbe Country Park
.. though I have found that Darcy just isn't good at sharing ...
...he dragged it away to hide it from me in the cupboard (he can be so self-centred) ...
Each morning we keep watch for imposters!
Mr and Mrs H were outside a great deal (apparently clearing the boundaries??)
We wish we could have gone outside too.
The primroses were breathtaking ...
But NOT the imposter cat below who has clearly been rolling in the soot from the bonfire!
When not entertaining us, we had understood that Mr and Mrs H spent their entire Cornish stay either visiting Aunty B in her Care Home or slaving out in her garden (this is what we were told). HOWEVER, the photo below depicting the silliness of Mrs H, illustrates that they do not always tell the full truth. Shocking!
Armed at Trerice House