Antique/Barbers/Tsunami.
Sunshine has a way of dispelling the memory of misty days at the stroke of an open curtain.
Yesterday I went shopping with a dear friend, we spent five hours or so, avoiding the car ferry, on our trip to the nearest town..
It took us from tiny single track lanes, onto beautiful rolling countryside, and for the final few miles, a 70 mph blast along a dual carriageway, having the curious distinction of two bridges spanning it, which were designed for the sole use of bats – and near which no bat has ever been seen.
Her sharp eyes had quickly found us a parking space on Bay Tree Hill, and we popped into “ Rumers”, our favourite spot for coffee and snacks. It has a wonderful welcoming Parisian feel to it.
We caught up on our news, and I told her all about my trip to visit Professor Philpot. She asked me if I would get my sense of smell back, and I said that he was very hopeful.
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The main reason for our trip was to pick up an antique oak table for my studio flat. I had seen it a week before and couldn’t resist it, for £15. It was a snip.
Of course it needs restoring – it’s getting on for 300 years old!
The owner kindly unscrewed the table top, because my aging and magnificently impractical Coupe had to have the pedestal and legs on the backseat.
As he carried it out for me, I felt cherish accepting something I had been searching months for, so I insisted on paying him £20, and still felt he was cheating himself.
After a quick supermarket dash it was time to head back to the coast.
Driving home, I mentioned how on my travels I was surprised at the number of Turkish barbers that have appeared in towns. When I still had hair, I used to visit a little Barber’s adjacent to my favourite shoe and Key cutting shop, which has been looking after me, father and son, since I moved to Cornwall.
With the car emptied, I went back to the holiday home to meet and greet the new guests.
A charming couple met me at the door, and asked me the usual questions about the Ferry, the pubs, how to get here and there.
They all say the same thing – a fantastic Property, with absolutely stunning views, unlike anything else …
But good things come at a price, and the walk up from the Quay is not for the faint hearted.
By the time I had sorted everything out, and dealt with the backlog of messages, it was time to walk up the hill to my friend's cottage, where a welcoming dinner awaited me.
As she opened the door,I was bowled over by a sensual tsunami of smell - which almost made me cry, for it was only the second time in 12 years that I had been able to smell anything at all, and to be enveloped by the aroma of hot pasta in a tomato, mushroom and onion sauce with garlic bread, not only made my day, but gave me hope x
