Stunning vintage ear clips signed Edouard Rambaud.
French haute couture runway pieces. 80’s Glamour!
Fabulous quality and condition, and you can buy them by clicking on the photograph….
The Dee estuary, viewed from Hilbre Island, on the Wirral.
This is a beautiful spot on the North West coast of England.
Also one of the most polluted places in Western Europe.
Well worth a visit. But not on a Bank Holiday.
Never seen so many Wannabe Wags in One Place.
So following on from a very successful trip to North Wales, where – hold the front page – IT DID NOT RAIN ONCE! We decided to chance our arm with another staycation and head for Cornwall.
Which is a VERY VERY VERY long way away. 362 miles, and 6 hours 15 minutes to be precise.
Kernow, (Cornish for Cornwall my lovers) is a Celtic Nation.
The Corns, Kernovians, Cornishers (?) were proudly celebrating, having just been awarded minority status.
This means the UK has promised to protect the rights of minority groups to “enjoy their own culture, to use their own language, to establish their own schools… and practise their own religion”.
I thought I’d share some of this culture, which we certainly enjoyed, oh yes my handsome:
Breakfast, started off healthy, sadly this didn’t last long:
As the rather delicious smoothies were washed down with:
Followed by pudding, from this Michelin Starred Ice Cream Van:
‘One lick is never enough’ – states the flourish on the van door, and it wasn’t, leaving a disappointed dog:
So, after a quick walk/stroll/amble along the South West Coast Path spotting ship wrecks at Coverack:
It was time for refreshments – Cornish Afternoon Tea – jam goes on first, then cream in Cornwall:
Well, that filled a hole, but having arrived back in Falmouth, we decided Fish and Chips might be in order for supper. However, first we bought beautiful bread from this bang – on bakery:
Before joining the queue here at the Best Chippy I’ve been to since the last one I went to:
Now, I know in Glasgow, Deep Fried Mars Bars are de riguer, but here in Kernow, the more discerning diner goes for the Deep Fried Creme Egg.
And on that note, I’m signing off and heading for my hand bag where there should still be some Indigestion Tablets lurking.
Kernow + Culture = One Lick is Never Enough!
Week 2 – Minority Status – to follow.
Vernon is a snail with excellent manners.
He was the perfect subject to photograph.
Vernon’s pretty nifty with a top speed of 50 yards per hour.
Won’t get far with your cash, although he is quite strong, able to lift 10 times his own body weight.
Vernon was born in 1970, in Stoke on Trent. He’s pretty retro.
In super condition for his age, I thought he might make a rather lovely Christening present.
Preferable to silver plated egg cups and Winnie the Pooh plates?
Discerning purchasers can find Vernon by clicking on his photo. Be quick, he won’t hang around long!
Here we have a gorgeous pair of signed Napier faux pearl earrings.
They are lush.
With a luxury luminous lustre.
Pearls are the oldest known gems.
They can be traced back to 520BC; a fragment of jewellery was found in the tomb of a Persian Princess.
Known as the Susa necklace, it is now on display in the Louvre:
To the Ancient Persians, pearls symbolised the moon and its magical powers, alluding to purity and perfection.
In December 2011 La Peregrina famously sold for a record price of £7 million at Christies, New York. Once owned by Queen Mary I of England, the pearl was bought in 1969 by Richard Burton, as a Valentine’s Day gift for his wife Elizabeth Taylor.
Here she recounts the story of losing the pearl during a stay at Caesar’s Palace, Nevada:
“At one point I reached down to touch La Peregrina and it wasn’t there! I glanced over at Richard and thank God he wasn’t looking at me, and I went into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed, buried my head into the pillow and screamed. Very slowly and very carefully, I retraced all my steps in the bedroom. I took my slippers off, took my socks off, and got down on my hands and knees, looking everywhere for the pearl. Nothing. I thought, It’s got to be in the living room in front of Richard. What am I going to do. He’ll kill me! Because he loved the piece.
After few minutes of mental anguish, Taylor looked at their puppies. One of them was apparently chewing on a bone, but nobody gave bones to the puppies. She continues:
I just casually opened the puppy’s mouth and inside his mouth was the most perfect pearl in the world. It was—thank God—not scratched.”
That story makes me hyperventilate just thinking about it.
Have you ever done that?
LOST A PIECE OF PRECIOUS JEWELLERY?
I have, frequently.
Returned to the sock drawer, or sugar bowl, or mattress cover, and felt that hot tide flow over me with the horrid, dreadful realisation/paralysis that what was a certainty, what I was so sure about, is no longer.
And then the panic, the anxiety, the STRESS!
Is it behind the boiler? In the freezer? At the bottom of the cotton wool ball bag?
Followed by the relief. It was in my dressing gown pocket. Of course it was. Der.
These pearl earrings won’t cost you millions, and I doubt they’ll find their way into the Louvre, but they are very beautiful, and would make a fabulous gift.
Put them in a safe place. One you can remember!
Click on the photo, and they can be yours!