72. Lost Gardens – rediscovered.

About 20 years ago Nick, the kids and I visited the embryonic Lost Gardens of Heligan.  We enjoyed a tour and tree talk, including seeing the headache tree – if you touched it you would get a headache.  I loved the pineapple pit where these exotic fruit were grown in hay.

Two decades on and the Lost Gardens had changed out of all recognition (almost).  There was a huge, and fairly full car park with farm shop.  As we entered the gardens there was the kitchen and bakery which sold much local produce.  We had lunch which was delicious, salads grown locally and eggs laid nearby.  The story of the gardens is very sad – most of the gardeners signed up to serve in WWI and only 4 returned.  The owner was distraught and couldn’t face the “ghosts” so the gardens were abandoned only to be rediscovered by Tim Smitt  of The Eden Project. To read more look at the web site. Lost gardens

After lunch we walked around the gardens, the walled garden and kitchen garden are my favorites.  The Steward’s House was a new addition from our last visit and we bought ice creams, picked up a blue striped blanket from a basket and lay in the sunshine looking up at the sky.  It was a perfect Cornish summer afternoon.  We walked down to the river and to the new jungle area, gave the jungle bridge a miss and then walked back up to the car to head off to Charlestown where we were booked into a St Austell Brewery Pub, The Rashleigh Arms for the night.

Charlestown is where a good part of Poldark is filmed and St Austell Brewery has a number of excellent pubs with rooms and great sea food.  It was a good birthday treat! I was so pleased we’d gone as if the rebuild was going to go ahead in a few days it would be the last outing for a while.

Just to prove I don’t only chunter on about work and breast cancer – there are a few other things which I was involved in which were a bit more three dimensional.

  1. Preparing for the next Dare to… ball.  Rehearsals were happening every Thursday and the Can Can was starting to come together.  It was helped hugely by the fact that the Dare 2 ladies and I had taken a trip down to Wadebridge and attended a Moulin Rouge dance workshop, led by a real live dancer who’d worked in Paris. My goodness but she put us through our paces!

    The workshop was really good fun.  In the real Moulin Rouge, not the Duke of Cornwall one the professional dancers do the Can Can for 16 minutes.  Our routine was 3 minutes and we were out of puff with that.  The Ball has 11 seats left… there is time to take one or all eleven at a very reasonable cost of £45 per ticket for a three course meal, entertainment, auction, raffle, etc.

  2.  The Race for Life.  I am not runner, I have a MX5 sports car and the top goes down, it has an engine, if I need to go a distance I can drive.  I like spin, total toning, pilates, barre and walk a brisk 10,000 steps a day as a minimum at school but I don’t like running.  With this in mind I signed up for the Race for Life and advertised it on Facebook and to my amazement about ten chums also signed up.  We were going to “run” or amble to raise awareness about cancer but also to highlight the Primrose Foundation.  Maddy is the fundraiser extraordinaire who has raised the profile to the Primrose Foundation to new heights.  What with my friends, and NHS staff there were about 40 people who would be wearing the  Primrose tee-shirts.

    The weather was pretty grim for the end of June but we didn’t mind.  The Hoe was full of pink (and grey with yellow).  My mum turned up to help distribute leaflets.  The countdown was on, we took part in the warm up and then the teams were divided up.  The runners were called first and took off, the amblers and chatters were next.  My friends: Rebecca, Brenda, Tracy and Amanda, Shelley and Kate were runners – Ally, Caroline and I power walked so we got round the 5k course in just under an hour, we would have been faster but people got in the way.  We met up with Maddy, said thank you had a chat with some of the others including consultants and breast care nurses and then headed off to Costa for hot drink!

Author: fionaosmaston

I live in Plymouth, Devon with my husband Nick and near my parents Sandy and Sheena. Our three children, Marcus, Phoebe and Miles are grown up. I am a geographer and love teaching Geography. My current role is as an Assistant Vice Principal in an inner city comprehensive school where I lead on coaching and initial teacher training. In August 2017 I was diagnosed with invasive lobular carcinoma and following a skin sparing mastectomy and endrocrine/hormone treatment I am now awaiting a final reconstruction. These views are my own and writing this story has helped me come to terms with where I am in this interlude of life which has been dominated by breast cancer.

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