:: Nampara Cove
OK, I admit it and don't care if you, dear reader, are a TV snob. I love TV, or perhaps better said, escapist entertainment (lol). I'm a snob too, in that I won't watch "certain" types of shows. I guess my plate is full enough with The Golden Girls, MSNBC news coverage, Fox Biz Block on Saturdays, and various combos of Law&Order, Homicide on the Streets, and BritCrime shows. Toss in Worlds Funniest Animals, History Channel, TechTV, and the occasional Discovery/Nature/Nova type stuff, well, one wonders if I do anything but watch TV.
You list all the stuff you watch and you might surprise yourself. Sort of like keeping one of those food diaries, or doing a major shopping trip after a big move or long vacation... amazing the breadth and nature of what goes in.
But all those shows are like the junk material in the DNA strand. The real signals are the movies and series I can watch on my TV. Once a year I love to watch the
Poldark series, which I watch on tape. Now that is a world apart. Ross Poldark is often flawed, of complex motives, warm, at times infuriating, and in short, as well drawn a character as one can hope for in fiction. Just last week I was the happy recipient of the original series of books, written in 1945 and later, by
Winston Graham. What a refreshing change to see lust and affection as expressions on a face or knowing look in the eye, rather than explicit sweaty humpy rumpy bumpy. Plus, the story takes place in Cornwall, long loved by me through various real trips as well as through the lense of Daphne DuMaurier (*), one of my favorite writers.
And so, to Nampara Cove, later, for a meal of stargazy pie.
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A Cornish fish pie specialty of Mousehole (pronounced "muzzle")
made with fish heads sticking out of the crust,
looking towards the stars
(*) Whatever you do, do not waste effort in reading Mrs de Winter by Susan Hill
a so-called sequel to du Maurier's Rebecca . It is a total travesty.
