Sketching, Japanese, and graves

In quiet moments GrandDaughter2 and I took to sketching. These sketches may be bad but they're not as bad as my snooker-playing.

I found the sea urchin skeleton on my way out to the sea with Louie. It took me three-quarters of my walk there and back to remember what it was called. It was also bigger when I found it.

Spotted the caterpillar and snail on a strand of marram grass.

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One day we visited The Japanese Garden. On entering I was a bit unimpressed as it didn't look very spectacular or colourful - and the lady on the gate was grumpy - but it had a very calming and peaceful atmosphere. Another day, without children, I could have sat and pondered and I'm not one for sitting and pondering as a rule. It just felt like that.

We followed that up with a cream tea and then popped into the local churchyard, as you do.

Nine men (and a dog maybe?) froze to death at sea.

Here lye the Body of Margery the Wife of Henry Cayzer of this Parish, Yeoman: who was Buried Janry the 5th Anno Dom. 1748. Aged 71

Mourn not for me,

my Children Dear. I am not 

dead but sleeping here.

my Debt is paid,

my Grave you see

prepare your selves 

to follow me.

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And finally, a bit of Cornish to end on.