I am lucky to be staying at the beautiful Scarlet Hotel, a rather lovely pre Christmas treat from my rather lovely other half. Tres eco with amazing views across Mawgan Porth and its cliff lined beach and an even more amazing spa, I could move in.
Cornwall will forever hold part of my childhood.
Cornwall will forever hold part of my childhood. Summer seemed to last an eternity there. The light always looked brighter than my beloved but cloudy home in South Wales. Come rain or shine, we would make our annual pilgrimage, stopping off at the same place every time (and where everyone else seemed to have their break) – Indian Queens (you must remember my dears this was well before the days of dual carriageways).
I still adore it. These days, it is an even further drive but with a Cardiff stop off (my original childhood starting point), we can still arrive in time for a picnic on the beach.
This time though, it is looking like it will be tea in the car. The rain lashes down battering against the windscreen. It is December after all my dears. But I need not have worried. Like the turning of a page, the rain is gone and I am running along the shore line, light glinting off the waves, playing ball with someones else dog who has decided I am a better option than their owner.
From a rather unpromising start, this was a gift of a day at Mawgan Porth.
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