The view from here stretched back centuries: time meant very little.
Tuesdays have become notable since we arrived here. On our first Tuesday I found Lansallos Cove. On our second Tuesday Broadband found us. And on this, our third Tuesday, we woke at dawn and B said: “Let’s go out for lunch today.” And we did. It was perfect. Continue reading “The View from Here: Lerryn”
I’d managed my first trip away from Cornwall without permanent mishap.
My sons run. I rarely watch them in shorter races but marathons are different. So much time invested; such discipline, training and preparation; markers set for personal improvement. That degree of effort deserves support in its own right, but also, I like watching. The larger events are awash with atmosphere and humanity: competitors from the silent, skeletal knots of African elites, invariably leading, through to the overweight, the joggers and the walkers. Costumed runners; joyful runners; haggard and struggling runners; hobbling, shuffling, waddling. They’re all here – and I applaud them for lining up, for having a go. Continue reading “A Flying Visit (or Best Laid Plans?)”
The view from here was monochrome and sparkling…
Today is allegedly to be our only day of sunshine for quite some time. I really wanted to make use of that sunshine. The removal guys arrived nice and early with the rest of our belongings that hadn’t fitted on the lorry last week. The additional payment after our mistake over access was agreed amicably with smiles and handshakes all round. I even got a hug and a kiss! Continue reading “The View from Here: Lansallos Cove”
The view from here is picture-postcard pretty: tangles of tiny lanes …
After a few hours’ work yesterday, exhaustion set in. We were both tired, an understandable reaction perhaps, after the intensity of recent days. The rain continued and we settled into a comfortable slump for the rest of the day. I dozed on the sofa; I dozed in the bath; I dozed in front of the tv. And still I slept deeply when bedtime finally arrived. Much-needed rest.
This morning I woke late – after B; and had my first cup of tea brought to me in bed. Lovely! Energy levels were restored, even if the weather was not. Continue reading “The View from Here: making peace with Dora”