I am currently sitting on a garden chair in Cornwall, listening to wind through the trees and the faint crashing of waves in the distance, wishing I didn’t have to end my holiday in an hour or so.
I have been back in Cornwall for the week and have had such an amazing time. I can’t stop taking photos; every time I turn around, there is another amazing view!
We have been staying in Hayle and on Monday walked along the coastal path to St Ives. It was a challenging walk in places, with a pretty sheer drop to the rocks below at times, but so worthwhile. The views are unbelievable and we had certainly worked up an appetite for our lunch in the Lifeboat Inn. I had dressed crab with an apple and fennel coleslaw, toasted brioche, chips and salad and loved every bite.
I can see why so many artists and writers have been inspired by Cornwall; the light seems to be different here, and there is something about the scale of the cliffs and rocks and the rugged outline that makes me feel very tiny and insignificant (in a good way!).
Earlier in the week we drove down to Polperro and I can’t it enough. It felt like finding a secret little village hidden in a valley and back in time. You can picture exactly what it must have been like 300 years ago. We ate lunch in the Three Pilchards, which is apparently the oldest pub in Cornwall. And there were so many little art exhibitions and galleries; I was in my element! There were lots of local Cornish artists working with glass and driftwood, paintings, etchings and all sorts.
I have walked miles and miles this week, soaked up the sights, sounds and smells of this amazing place; I have knitted on the beach (in a tent which kept my knitting sand free), caught a few waves on a body board (missed a hell of a lot more), eaten good food, kept good company and generally filled up my tank.
I have started a love affair with Cornwall and am already aching to come back