Dear friends,
Having just returned from ten days in our lovely and beautiful part of the country, Cornwall, right at the bottom tip of England, I am sorry my recipe for clearing up after our dear animals is a little late, but well worth keeping in a safe place for the future. Ann, I am very sorry to hear of your loss, and understand just how you must be feeling, are you thinking of getting another pet in the future perhaps, it does help to do this, and by no means replaces the one you have lost, but helps the heart, and gives a lovely home to another friendly face. (We had three lovely cats, that sadly have all passed on now, but lived to the ripe old ages of 19, 17 and 16 and we still miss them very much). I keep thinking of getting another couple of adult cats, but we do go away quite a lot of the time, and I have never used catteries before, but that might be the answer. So the following recipe is quite safe around cats, and was given to me by a vet some 30 odd years ago, and great for ALL kinds of smelly accidents. Washing up liquid in approximately one pint of hot water, a good dash of Metholated spirit, and a good dash of vinegar, if you want it neater omit the water, and use equal parts of each. The meths; is what takes the smell away, the vinegar cuts the oil in the meths;, and the washing up liquid cleans. It doesn’t stain a plain carpet either, but always test an obscure place first if in doubt. Here is another tip from a master craftsman cabinet maker for cleaning wooden furniture, equal parts of meths; (or you can use turpentine), vinegar and linseed oil, in a glass bottle and shake well during use, with the lid on of course ☺ For restoring old furniture, use the above with the finest wire wool, and just see the magic work. I keep these two handy recipe’s in my ‘The complete Woman’s Reference book’ by Mary Gostelow, the book no longer closes as it bulges with all my useful info, but I know exactly where to find such gems. Cornwall was wonderful, for the first five days, it was blue skies and blue sea and very hot, and could have been any where in the world, with miles of golden sand, and great for surfing, and children playing, others paragliding which was so graceful to watch. Still very rural with winding narrow lanes, where the hedgerows were full of Bluebells, pink Campion, huge pink Foxglove spires, and the perfume from the May and Elder flowers was almost intoxicating, the wild garlic smelled lovely as it was brushed by the breeze, and Queen Anne’s Lace flowers or commonly known as Cow Parsley stood tall and swaying, with golden yellow buttercups all around it’s feet, tall grasses of every shape and height adding to the sway, of the corn and barley and oats, moving as one, in the fields. All within a short drive, are vast craggy rocks, and ruins of old tin mines, restored just sufficiently for the visitor to try and comprehend a life so different from today, built on the edge almost into the sea, some of the caves can still be visited with caution, not to be caught from the fast incoming rip tides. We walk over the broken rubble of yesteryear, and the variety of colours of broken rocks, and slate, granite etc; reds, green, copper, grey, ochre, and when they are wet, the colours are even brighter. Some of the sunken mines have wire grids over them, to allow the bats that inhabit in and out, amongst the rocks are wild Thyme, and heathers and a variety of rock and wild flowers, and the Skylarks spin in the sky and sing their hearts out. Not far from the City of Truro again down windy lanes, we came across a ruined church, last used 150 years ago, it was a large church at the time, but very little of it stands today, and yet we can see more of Roman ruins all over the world, that have weathered for far longer than a meagre couple of hundred years, then lo and behold in a different direction we came across another ruined church again in the same sad state. We were able to locate their history on the web and one of the churches was founded by a devout monk from o/seas who was one of the first to bring religion to Cornwall, really sad that his church could not have been saved at least. Both churches were quite remote, and I suppose there were other churches that were more accessible to the farms at that time. Hope you enjoyed the small tour of Cornwall that I thought you would enjoy sharing. Kindest regards, Pauline in Somerset. U.K. www.wincanton-uk.com PS: Sorry if you have received this posting more than once – we have had a few problems which my husband has now hopefully cured. To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
