Trip to Cornwall

So I'm just back from a few days down in Cornwall.  Went to see my mum who is in an old peoples' home and to get her old house ready for selling.  She looked very thin - literally skin and bone - and even more confused than ever.  The house is full of the accumulated junk (and good stuff) of the last 30 years and more.  There is so much stuff it is difficult to separate the junk from the really good stuff and mostly I'm left wondering why mum collected all these things.  For example, set after set of silver cutlery - never used.  Cigarette cards and stamps - probably valuable. packets of towels - brand new, never opened - lots of them.  About a dozen penknives.  30 odd pairs of scissors.  230 mugs.  Box after box of puzzles of all kinds.  It just goes on and on.  It's very sad.

Anyway, here's some photos, first of my mum, then Cornish flowers, and finally the view across the road from the cafe where I was having a chocolate brownie and a latte.