June 3 2018 - Safely arrived at Bosaverne Community Farm around 4 PM

David Trestrail kindly drove me from Probus to St. Just, and took me all around Hayle, Gwinear,  and Angarrack.  My grandmother Bessie Knight, was born in Angarrack.  It was a darling little village.  We took pictures of Great Grandma Minnie Trestrail Jenkins cottage at Phlebe Row - where a famous oil painting was done of her cottage.  We tried Trevaskis Farms for dinner around 1:30 PM but there was an hour wait without reservations We decided to drive back to Hayle for a pasty at Philps, and we went to St. Gwinear Church, where my great great grandparents, Elizabeth and John Hendra, are buried right outside the church door.  The church was built in the 13th century.  

I am having great difficulty uploading pictures due to being in a very VERY rural area next to the Atlantic Ocean.

I regret leaving my international plug for connecting to electrical services up in my bedroom at Riverside Cottage and I cannot the bag of other adapters.  When this lap top dies I may not be able to post daily journals.   :-(

So I will sign off just saying this is about how I expected this community farm to be.  YOUNG foreign WWOOFERS from Australia, France, Germany, England and one girl from America.  I was supposed to share a small room with 3 girls on a bunk bed.  But the manager, Andrew, Otta, his animal spirit name, kindly sensed I'd be happier in a room to myself with an old big 1873 farmhouse window opened for fresh air.  I gratefully accepted and am sitting here now at 8:45 PM in daylight, writing this brief entry.

Tomorrow we walk to the village of St. Just and plant flowers in all the flower boxes in the village.

Dinner tonight was cooked by Andrew, a professional chef, and it was so delicious - a curry dish, salad, white rice, and homemade bread with country sweet butter.

I have a 14 day commitment, and God willing I will remember Harry's Trager messages and remember he re-set my brain back to factory settings.

Good Night to all.

My first meal at the farm.  

June 3 - Sunday - Traveling through N. Cornwall to St. Just with David Trestrail

Happy as a duck
Wet as a shag (cormorant)
As yellow as a Keet's foot
Thirsty as a gull
A temper like a fowl
As weak as a goose chick
Sick as a shag
Mazed as a curly (curlew)
Wisht as a winnard (red wing)

~ Cornish Sayings


Feeling tired but at the same time feeling concerned I did not have the energy yesterday afternoon to volunteer in the hoop houses.  I was getting exhausted just trying to fight the exhaustion that came over me from walking through cemeteries.  I must do the simple exercises Harry taught me (through Trager)  to re-balance for the second leg of the journey at a community farm.

to be continued.

I leave my heart with the greatest affection and respect for the hosts of Riverside Cottage,  Harry and Julie Dalford.  I will never forget their kindness and strong presence ~ two remarkable people of great strength, determination, intelligence, love, and a mindful work ethic managing a pristine and sustainable organic farm.

And so I leave paradise behind and have the luxury and comfort of a ride by David Trestrail to Hayle, Gwinear, and St. Just.  David's kind offer was a Godsend, really, as I never could have made stops along the way with all my luggage.