#Cornish seaside

[hikinguk]

Porth-Cadjack Cove, Cornwall National Landscape

[elizaakatee]

Trebah Beach, Cornwall

[caveiras]

mousehole, cornwall | november 16, 2023

[roabouttown]

Best things to do in Cornwall

*New post*

Where to stay, what to eat and what to avoid, based on my years of living in and visiting Cornwall.

[historyfiles]

Sights & Scenes: Dawlish, Devon

The town of Dawlish in the county of Devon is a traditional seaside town, one which has a wonderful golden sand beach on its doorstep, just twenty-four kilometres from Exeter.

[torotillo]

Spring in Falmouth, Cornwall, United Kingdom, last year 2022. Spied this little and made friends whilst walking through Mylor churchyard.

The air carried the scent of ocean, daffodil and coconut gorse.

[devoutjunk]

Good: drafted scraps of new scenes, did some vague plotting/planning for the new POV, ordered some books to do more background research, solidified some setting and character details more clearly

Bad: decided again to utterly rework a central aspect of the setting. am almost as excited about the opportunities it presents as I am pissed about having to rewrite/revise thousands of words

[bastardgoblinwolf]

no yeah I know! I mean like. It's about the phenomenon. Cause I assumed at first there was something going on like this, this post just gave me context of exactly the type of thing going on. Lmao.

Don’t know the details, but honey, if they didn’t like you before, this interview isn’t going to help.

[chere-indolente]

Newlyn Fisher Clothing Set

I come to you today with this little historical seaside fashion interlude (before going back to work on more 1880′s sets). This set includes cable knit sweaters in high and low waisted, and variations on traditional fishermen smocks. More pics and download below

This set is partly inspired by the works of the school of Newlyn, a group of painters known to have depicted the surrounding of Newlyn, a Cornish coastal town, and its many fishermen in the 1880′s to 1900′s. And here is the painting that I referenced in the promo picture.

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This is the sweater from the Werewolf pack without the little laced up strings on the shoulders (why do you always add these unnecessary details EA ? 😅). I’ve made a short version (S) for my high waisted needs and a long (L) version, for both masc and fem frames, as well as both adult and children. 

Cableknit sweaters originated from Ireland, in the Aran Islands, though other types of knitted jumpers called gansey already existed in the British, Irish and Channel isles. They were created between the 1890′s and 1900′s. They were initially knitted with unwashed and undied wool. Both the natural lanolin from the virgin wool and the knitted patterns made for water resistant sweaters and as such : good alternatives to the previously used ganseys made of oiled wool died with indigo.

 These Aran sweaters slowly became some fashionable sportswear item during the 20′s and 30′s, and later reached its peak popularity in the 50s’ and 60′s worn by the likes of Grace Kelly and Steve McQueen.

40 solid swatches

for adults and children

2 lenghts : S & L

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Vareuses are a style of fishermen smocks with a V neck. This style was typical of Brittany fishermen though I have seen depiction of Norwegian fishermen for example sporting this style of smocks on 1880s paintings too. While I couldn’t find substancial informations on their origins and date of appereance, vareuses seem to have been used at least as far as mid 19th century and were still worn as work wear up til the mid 20th. 

It is said that traditionally fishers wore different colors depending on their fishing style : yellow ones for those shellfish picking, rust colored ones for those using fish traps, red ones for oyster farmers and blue ones for those fishing in the open seas.

Fishermen smocks were oiled to be water repellant and worn on top of clothes and knitted garments to protect them from water and keep them relatively clean.

On this 1st version of the vareuse I’ve not put any clothing “underneath” to allow for warm weather and for combinations with accessory shirts or turtlenecks.

33 solid swatches

for adults and children

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This 2nd version of a vareuse include a cableknit jumper sticking out of the V neck collar. The set also includes an overlay to pick the color of said cableknit jumper.

33 solid swatches

39 solid swatches on the cableknit overlay (located in the right wrist section)

for all ages

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Similarly to the vareuse, the crewneck is a style of fishermen smocks. This style is traditionally associated with Cornwall, in the north west of England. Cornish crewneck smocks were used similarly to vareuses.

33 solid swatches

for all ages

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Download : dropbox — simfileshare

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[world-of-wales]

BREAKING NEWS -

THE PRINCE OF WALES'S SOCIAL HOUSING PROJECT!

The Prince of Wales will build a £3m social housing development on his own land to tackle homelessness, delivering on his pledge in my interview with him last year that he would "absolutely" put social housing on the Duchy of Cornwall estate.

The development in Nansledan, a suburb of Newquay, the Cornish seaside town famous for its surfing, will include a mix of four-bedroom houses and one-bedroom flats.

The duchy, will supply the land for the project free of charge and cover all construction costs. It will also invest in local infrastructure, including a bus link and connections to electricity, water and superfast broadband.

The new low-carbon homes will feature slate roofs, granite lintels, solar panels, heat pumps and colourful timber windows. It will be built in a “traditional Cornish seaside” style, designed by Adam Architecture and local firm ALA Architects.

Prince William, who launched Homewards UK last year, is looking at more projects on his land. He wants other landowners to follow suit and build more social housing. William is also working with St Petrocs to offer residents “wraparound” support services in addition to housing.

Kensington Palace said: “The prince is delighted that the duchy is using the Homewards approach as inspiration for building this innovative housing project, partnering with St Petrocs to find ways of ultimately getting people into permanent housing.

“It is exactly what he wants to do and for him it’s another example that if we can show people here and in other countries what is possible, maybe others will follow our lead. The prince hopes that every town and city in the country will take inspiration from this project.”

https://archive.ph/2024.02.17-182818/https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/prince-william-land-social-homes-project-royal-family-vtv7x6vjc

[edosianorchids901]

Personal Matters

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "seek for insight"

Cw: PTSD

Holmes wrapped his blanket tighter around his shoulders and gazed out across the Cornish landscape. He and Watson had been here for some weeks now, and aside from nearly dying on an unexpected case, had settled comfortably into their routine. It was peaceful, on the whole.

And yet, he found himself haunted, even now. Physically, he felt as if he had healed somewhat from the illness brought on by severe overwork. He still tired too easily, suffered from headaches and sudden pain, and was often dizzy. But he no longer felt as if he might collapse any second, and that was certainly some little improvement.

Other things, however, had not entirely improved. Some had gotten worse now that he was not constantly on the move, not constantly in pursuit of justice. Without the stimulation of cases, his mind was left to seek out both stimulation and insight in deeper places, places of the heart.

Places of the past.

“Holmes?” Watson called, jogging up beside him. “Going for another walk?”

“I thought perhaps I might.” He waved with his cane, indicating that Watson might join him, and then struck out again. Watson, of course, accompanied him.

It was perhaps fitting to be so haunted while surrounded by ruins, archeological sites, and windswept vistas that had once housed long-gone nations. As Watson had said when they arrived here, “Death is always with us.”

Holmes had perhaps thought of that comment too often, particularly on his solitary walks as he contemplated his own habits, the risks he often took. And he thought of it all the more when the nightmares began, when he began to dream endlessly of that tumble into the abyss, a tumble that he had so nearly taken.

“Is it strange to be tormented by the memory of something that did not happen?” Holmes asked as they strolled slowly along the seaside path that ran along the clifftops. Below, the waves crashed against rock, and Holmes shivered.

“By something that did not happen?” Watson frowned, glancing at him.

“Yes. Something that might have happened, but in the end, did not.”

“Well, I suppose it depends on the situation. If one has a strong enough impression of fear, then it might seem as if it happened anyway.” There was a slight catch in Watson’s voice, and he eyed the nearby cliffs. He had placed himself between those cliffs and Holmes, as he often did when they ventured near the edge. “I have experienced it myself.”

“Yes, your nightmares of my fall.” Letting out a long breath, Holmes struggled to evade the mires of guilt. Guilt would not aid him in finding the insight that he had been seeking these past weeks. “But that is somewhat different, albeit horrible. You truly believed that I had died, Watson. It is no small wonder that such a thing has remained etched into your memory.”

Watson blinked several times, sniffled, and quickly wiped his eyes. “I suppose that’s true.”

Gently, Holmes linked their arms together, and Watson gave him a small smile. They walked together for a time, again in silence. Watson’s breaths calmed and settled as they strolled together, his own memories seemingly soothed by the contact.

Holmes, however, was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, and not only from the exertion. Wheezing, he leaned more heavily on his cane for a few steps, and then waved for Watson to stop.

“Holmes?” Watson turned his hand to grip Holmes’ arm, steadying him. “Are you all right, old man?”

“I am haunted, Watson.” Holmes let out a long, uneven breath, then pressed a hand to his heart. It beat far, far too quickly. “I am haunted, and it is absurd. I did not tumble into that dark abyss at Reichenbach Falls, so why do I fall prey to the memory of it?”

The words came out in a sudden, frustrated rush, and Watson gave him a worried look. “That is what has been haunting your nightmares?”

“Repeatedly, and endlessly since I have stopped working. And sometimes my waking mind. Additionally, it is what I saw under the influence of the devil’s foot root, when I could not stop screaming.” He began to tremble, and his legs buckled. “Watson, the fear in that moment, the utter terror…”

Watson caught his other arm too as the shaking grew more intense, and coaxed him to sit. They settled together in the grass, and Watson held onto his arms. “Holmes. Holmes, it’s all right. I am right here.”

“I know you are. You are most reliable. I cannot tell you what…” Holmes’ breath caught, and he attempted not to collapse into tears. “I cannot tell you what a relief it is to have you with me when I escape those memories. It is overwhelming.”

He managed a quick twitch of a smile, and Watson returned it. “I am happy to reassure you. I think perhaps you have answered your own question as to why this haunts you.”

Holmes gave him a quizzical look. “The fear?”

“Yes, the fear. Terror, as you put it.” Watson gazed at him, expression full of compassion. Remarkable, considering that Holmes had inflicted such loss on him. “At the Falls, you truly thought you were going to die. It is not strange for you to be tormented by such a moment.”

“Mm. I suppose you are right. It is an excellent insight, Watson.”

“Thank you, Holmes.”

Holmes managed another small smile, and focused on the steadiness of Watson’s hands. The insight alone could not ease the torment, but it was still a balm to his mind to understand the trouble. And, as always, it was a relief to look up, and see Watson beside him.

[hikinguk]

Hell’s Mouth, Cornwall

[elizaakatee]

Boscastle, Cornwall

[meddwlyngymraeg]

I'd love to hear some more happy sounding Welsh songs! can be any genre. also any songs about the sea! diolch!!

Shwmae! Amazingly, you are the literal target audience for Ynys' first album ('Ynys', 2022). Dylan Hughes is from Aberystwyth and spent many years in Cardiff and found himself longing for the seaside he grew up in, and when he finally started writing music as Ynys (he used to be in a cool indie psychedelic band called Race Horses too, if that's your thing), he put together a whole album only to realise how much of it is about the sea. I mean, his band is literally called Ynys (Island)!

Also, he has that wonderful, lush psychedelic pop sound, which I think sounds pretty happy musically, though there are definitely some themes of longing, being lost, culture and language, all that good stuff thrown in too. It's complex, but I still feel it's quite a happy listen!

So some songs from the album I'd recommend - Môr Du (Black Sea), Welcome to the Island (now technically this is an instrumental, don't know where that sits!), There's Nothing The Sea Doesn't Know.

My personal favourite off the album is Caneuon (‘Songs’, references the Gorky's Zygotic Mynci song 'Gegin Nos'—more on them in a sec—and also a pretty happy/reminiscing/wistful song), but the whole album is quite good, and their recent second album Dosbarth Nos also has some lovely songs that lift my mood at least— Aros Amdanat Ti, Gyda Ni, Dosbarth Nos. Also the sea references continue!

I'm linking their Bandcamp page rather than a Spotify because Dylan makes sure to include lyrics and translations on there (and in physical liner notes), if you or anyone else reading this was interested in going into the lyrics! (Also I usually feel like I should give people the option to directly support musicians if they feel inclined, where Spotify pays not even cents for most music.) But these two albums are on streaming if you'd like too!

I've also gotta recommend some Gorky's! Their 1997 album's called Barafundle, named after Barafundle Beach, and while I don't think any of the songs are directly about the sea itself (except like The Barafundle Bumbler, which uh. Your mileage may vary. It’s about a voyeur bloke that sits by the seaside on said beach), but there's Diamond Dew which is such a lovely tune, and while not about the sea, Patio Song (i.e. everyone's favourite Gorky's song) has that lovely outro of 'it is raining, so take my hand, the winter's so long, it takes so much of the earth'. ☔️🌧🌈 Happy music, some of Gorky's work! (Personal fave off the album: Starmoonsun <3)

(Also this song's in English but since we're talking about Gorky's I can't not recommend Spanish Dance Troupe. Gorgeous song.)

There's also the super cool Adwaith, who wrote the song Lan Y Môr. This song is actually a lot older than the album it ended up on, 2022's Welsh Music Prize winning Bato Mato, Adwaith are still the only musicians to win the Prize twice. They wrote the song and released it as a single back in early 2020 and it was following a run of really cool punky Cymraeg singles. Love Adwaith, they're quite cool.

Edit: HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN. The queen of the beaches. Gwenno herself. I guess I hadn’t included her because this isn’t technically a Welsh language album (save for one song, N.Y.C.A.W. (Nid Yw Cymru Ar Werth)). Gwenno is half-Welsh, half-Cornish, and this album was basically written down at St. Ives. This does sound like it, and I love this song Anima!

Hope you like these! People can totally feel free to add on in the notes if I’ve missed something!

[sorceresssundries]

Ya girl is on holiday until Tuesday!

I won't be around much, I'll be at the Cornish seaside probably eating fish and chips in the rain.

If you want to leave me some chaos/tomfoolery/questions for when I get back I would love that (and you.)

Catch you guys on the flippity flip.

[babybluebex]

ok so i tried to post this last week but i posted it on mobile and it got all fucked up bc tumblr mobile sucks, so let me try this again: tom grant being ready to defend you at the drop of a hat

it's been a long week at the resort park, guests making a fuss over nothing and making your job (and life, frankly) a living hell. the only reprieve is your boyfriend, tom— coming home to him is a breath of fresh air, and his smile when he sees you warms your heart.

he knows you've been having a rough few days, so he offers to treat you to a night out, a few drinks and a night away from those guests. he tells you to dress up real pretty so he can take pictures, maybe that black dress that you wore to your anniversary dinner? it's a little short, but that's ok; you know that tom would just give you his jacket if you get cold. tom would probably give you his jacket anyway, even though he's the one who recommended the dress— the man gets jealous rather easily.

and that's put to the test that night at the pub. it's a small seaside pub, nothing but out-of-towners and the occasional cornish customer, and tom helps you up onto the barstool with a gentle hand. he orders a pint and mumbles something about going to the loo, and he buries a kiss in your hair before he goes. your pints arrive while he's gone, and you sip at yours as you scroll at your phone.

and then: "you ain't from around here, huh?"

you look over. a guy, muscled, some sort of tourist, undoubtedly looking for something to occupy his night. not your type. he was talking to you, and you sigh.

"yeah, i am," you say politely, instead of ignoring him. tom will be back any second to save you . "i work at the resort park a few minutes away."

"but you ain't from cornwall, huh?"

you sigh. "no," you say. "But my boyfriend is."

"i don't see any boyfriend" the guy says.

"he's off at the loo" you tell him. "and he's the jealous type, so it's probably best if you leave me alone before he sees you."

"what if i wanna talk to you, though?" the guy asks, and you sneer.

"i'd rather not" you say. "thanks, but no"

"well, alright" the guy says. "don't gotta be a bitch about it. you're dressed like a slag, wouldn't want the likes of ya anyway."

"oi" you hear tom say, and you look over your shoulder to see him. his cheeks are red with anger, and you silently giggle at him. oh tommy, like a wiley little stray dog, always ready for a fight. "whatchu say 'bout my bird?"

"this is the boyfriend?" the guy asks "doesn't look like much to me"

"watch it" tom says, taking a step forward. "how 'bout you step off, mate, 'fore i do something you won't like?"

"'step off'? s'it the 90s?" the guy laughs, and you hold back your laughter. later, you'd tell tom that that did sound sorta ridiculous, but now wasn't the time. "don't want her anyway, she's all yours"

"right, s'why you even talked to her in the first place, cos you didn't want her" tom said. "piss off"

you smile all watery at tom as he gets up onto his barstool and sips at his pint, and he sorta grunts "what?"

"my hero" you coo and kiss his cheek and, when you look at him again, his cheeks are a different sort of red and his eyes have hearts in them. "defending me from some creep"

"s'all in a day's work" tom mumbles, and you smile. "what? m'i supposed to just let him call you a slag and get away with it?"

"you're so cute" you tell him. "your accent got all thick and you started talking all funny. you're adorable"

"oh, stop" tom says, and you kiss him again.

"never"