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What Beautiful Days We Had

We thought we were so grown up sitting in that restaurant by the sea. Soft music played and fairy lights twinkled there at dusk. You put your hand over mine and laughed when I slurped the soup.

We had our beginnings in Cornwall. Now it’s time to watch you leave, to go on and make your life beautiful.

I always found peace here, yet you never could.


“Good luck,” he said.

“You too.”

Cornwall, education, Hobbies, Writing

Take A Walk

I woke up this morning, (relatively late) and realised I have the whole week … free! I have lots of research to do for my presentation in university, however this means I can do all of this at home – which ultimately means I have more time!

So, my idea is to go for a walk today and let my surroundings inspire me. To walk around, at a slow pace or fast – it doesn’t matter – in one of the most beautiful places in the country, I’m appalled at myself why I don’t walk and take in the scenery more (walking to work and looking out across the peaceful harbour doesn’t count). Living in Cornwall is a blessing. It’s just so beautiful and rich in heritage, regional identity and calmness. There is no rush here. It is rather unlike any other place in the country, I find. So, why not indulge in it? 

Oh yes. I live here.

Even if I am going to have to walk in the rain.
As Owen Wilson says, “Paris Cornwall is at its most beautiful in the rain”. Right?
Actually it’s very muddy and I don’t have a hood on my coat. But oh well. I do have a pretty cowboy brooch fastened onto the collar, and that’s good enough!

So … it looks like I’m off to walk in the rain.
Off in the beautiful, gentle rain across the valleys and harbours of seaside Cornwall.