Frisky Border Collies and Cornish Byres

The weekend has started on a very yellow note, very early in the morning. Getting up at 4am and witnessing dawn is Early for me. My father would faint (with delight) if he saw such changes in a daughter who has always nursed a penchant for sleeping like Kumbhakarna. Who might you ask, with that frown? K is a rakshasa straight out of the Indian epic Ramayana. If you have not heard of it, it is a saga that runs through the ream of bedtime stories reserved for every Indian child. A rakshasa is a man-eater. What I have in common with K, I am relieved to say, is just a passion for sleep. He used to shut eye for 6 months at a stretch – nothing could rouse him and the legend will have you know that his snores could send tremors through the belly of the earth. When he did wake up, K would devour every living creature within his line of vision.

Post sessions of heavy partying on Saturday nights in Delhi, I would wake up on Sunday well past midday. Now I was the only young individual in an old building with a peeling facade where apart from my old landlady and her husband, the other occupants were a family of three. They meant well. Only they colluded with my parents (when they would visit me from Calcutta) to get me married off. A girl in her mid-20s living on her own and single is the neighbour’s alarm. The wife from that family would often bang on my door to deliver the food she had cooked (which was extremely sweet, but a bit of a test to attend to by a person with a ferocious hangover every weekend). This was followed inevitably by the incessant banging on the door from the help. She indulged in it with as impressive a ferocity as the hangover and, Saroja, I am convinced, quite enjoyed the routine. So there I was, your quintessential Kumbhakarna.

That is but the long and short of it (you can hurl choice pieces of abuse at me for digressing at leisure – let me know what they might be because why I do not mind extending my vocabulary).

Back to my lush surroundings in the Cornish wooded valley of Lostwithiel, where we are staying for the long weekend with a few extra days bunged in, I stood with my back to the door. I was busy loading up the fridge with a monstrous haul of groceries when a huff and a puff and a simultaneous patter on the flagstone floor of the kitchen startled me into a low scream and I almost felt over. Picture this: I had just entered a byre – old English for cowshed – which has been converted into a detached accommodation by a former dairy farmer and his wife. If I had fallen over, who would have been in serious need of attention? A belly-rub-sick border collie called Meg.

She turned over. I decided to do what I do when a four-legged girl does that. Give her vigorous belly rubs. The rubs had to be administered till she had stopped whining and cooing, ‘Ooh yeah, I think that should do it.’

A bit abrupt but the succulent chicken kebabs barbecued by Adi have just arrived on the table and I think I shall have to abandon this incessant chatter. Bless Adi for saving you from all of that. Well, it does taste smoky and spicy, so with haste I shall leave you with these images and wait to hear about how your weekend is going.

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Glorious rapeseed fields in the Cotswolds as dawn breaks over a silent countryside. Courtesy: Aditya Varma.
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Lostwithiel in Cornwall. Searching for the byre.
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The wooded valleys of Lostwithiel.
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Our nest for the next week.
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Snuggling is a serious preoccupation.
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Greeted by scone-and-clotted-cream-tea. Put out thoughtfully by the farmer and his wife.
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Clotted cream without blackberry & strawberry preserves made in-house? Good heavens!
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Meg does not want Gizzie (the Jack Russell terrier in the foreground) to be the centre of attention.
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And that is Adi’s loving handiwork for this nippy evening along with some jacket potatoes. Bliss.

Till tomorrow then, toodles.

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30 thoughts on “Frisky Border Collies and Cornish Byres

  1. I love your slightly off-topic ramble at the beginning XD I used to love sleeping in, but now I tend to get up at 6am even on weekends. I’ve become an early bird to my younger self’s horror.
    Also these photos are gorgeous! I was scrolling through my reader when I suddenly saw a whole lot of yellow. That photo of you in the flowers is so lovely!!

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    1. Ha ha ha, Raj and Simran would never be far away in the mind, eh 😉 Thank you, it is truly cherished, every long weekend. Time to get away to the country which we love above all. So are you snoozing away the weekend? Friday looking good? xx

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  2. Good post! I liked the pic of you grinning or smiling amongst the yellow. It reminds me so much of our family farm and the canola and mustard fields. Speaking of movies, have you seen the “Lion”? The movie was adapted from a non-fiction book “The Long Way Home” by Saroo Brierly. You would love the lead actor in this one 😉 The movie had both my wife and myself sobbing with many tears…

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    1. Hi Bruce, thank you. Grinning right back at you on a cloudy Cornish day. To be surrounded by such yellow, how can I bellow? I am yet to watch ‘Lion’. I would like to catch up with the book first, but since I have a huge pile of books to go through I shall watch the film before reading the book, I suppose. Now that you say that it moved both of you, I shall sign up for it. Have a wonderful day! 🙂

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  3. I find your writing hilarious, I love it! Border collies are such gorgeous dogs btw…. but well-meaning yet annoying neighbours? I have a few who like to tattle if I try to sneak in or out – very, VERY annoying. Great post! x

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    1. Thank you! 🙂 I cannot mind this particular girl at all. She is single-minded about what she wants. Belly rubs. That’s all. You should probably swap her with one of your neighbour’s. I shall send you Meg’s address. Don’t tell on me though x

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  4. I LOVED the top photo with the yellow flowers in the field – and you? In fact, all your photos are especially engaging. Thank you for posting them! And as always you have a gift for telling your personal story especially well. My favorite part might have been the problems with being single and everyone trying to marry you off – but also loved the part with the dogs. Thanks!

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  5. I have seen many pictures of Cornwall countryside posted by the bloggers residing in this beautiful part of UK. I must say its picture perfect. I haven’t yet visited UK and Cornwall is definitely a place I want to see and capture. Your post just reconfirms its beauty! 🙂

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