To be the first to walk across the golden
sand in the morning, to leave a footprint
pressed into the sand like a memo
I was here
as the sun beams down
and the quiet, golden silence
of the morning is a secret held
by me alone, imprinted on my mind,
my shoes dangling at my side
sand clinging to my wet feet,
and I wish, that I was there again.
I’m just back from another week in Cornwall. I’ve done well this year, totalling up a whole month in my favourite place in the world. Consequently, thanks to exploring further afield, I know a lot more places and can navigate my way round the county pretty successfully – and probably better than Sussex!
This trip didn’t involve a visit to my beloved Fowey (shockingly – but I’m saving it, maybe for October, and anyway it was Regatta Week there!), but we did venture nearby. Here are some of the highlights of the trip.
And then onto Fowey. Arriving in Fowey was like coming home. It’s wonderful to have that familiar feeling of coming back to a place you know and love, and where you’ve been happy.
It was a wonderful contrast to St Ives too and such a different landscape! It made me appreciate it all the more. I was glad to finally arrive, and to have my own space again after hostels and new adventures. It was nice to return to something that I knew.
Of course, it was Festival Week and so there were plenty of people about. It was great to catch up with all the Stewards again (I was stewarding for the third time!) and see many other familiar faces around the town! There’s a great atmosphere about, especially during festival week, with so many people returning specifically for the week – and to celebrate du Maurier.
I enjoyed a range of different events. Highlights included The Bookshop Band and Dr Laura Varnam’s discussion group on Julius. There was also a great How to Get Published event that I stewarded – as well as plenty of other interesting events! I’m already looking forward to next year… (although of course I hope to get back to Fowey before then…).
As always, it was near impossible to leave after a wonderful week, and I was sad to leave a very sunny Fowey behind. Until next time!
On a side note, on my way down to Cornwall, I finally managed to stop off at Jamaica Inn and check out the du Maurier museum there. It was suitably eerie -with grey overcast skies and rain (although this picture was taken as the rain cleared!). I was glad to have finally visited that iconic part of du Maurier history – it’s well worth a visit if you’re passing by.
I then headed down to St Ives for a few days. It was my first visit to the town and I’d been wanting to visit for a long time. So I headed on down the coast to the town (in pouring rain!). I stayed in this wonderful surf friendly hostel in the centre of town, and minutes walk from the high street and the beaches.
Recently, I headed to Cornwall for a couple of weeks. I needed the break – my head felt stale and I felt like I was just doing the same thing and not getting anywhere. So I thought I’d head to my favourite place – and some new places – to get re-inspired. Funnily enough, just before I left, perhaps because I knew I was going away, I became entrenched in my newest novel writing project, obsessively creating backstory and family history – but more on that another time.
This week I’m on the road again. I set off yesterday for Cornwall and I’m looking forward to two weeks of exploring and having adventures. Sometimes, you just need a change of scene, new memories, and an adventure to keep you going! For me, I needed a get away and refresh my brain, which was beginning to feel stale.
With reluctance I wash the sea air
Returning home after a holiday is always strange. It’s difficult to settle again, to refocus, despite all the ideas and dreams you had when you were away. It’s hard to get back into that rhythm of life, especially after establishing a new one when away.
I spent some time exploring St Agnes, on the North Coast of Cornwall (sandwiched between St Ives and Newquay) in September, so I thought I’d put together a potential day in the village.
After spending YET MORE time in Fowey, I figured it might be fun to put together a short ‘weekend in Fowey’ type post. So here’s an imagining of a weekend in Fowey, which only makes me want to go back – again. This is assuming two full days in Fowey – with not too much rain!
