Wow, well what a time it’s been! I’m so sorry. I’ve abandoned y’all for what… since august 17th. I feel so guilty. I hope you’ve missed me, i certainly have! Let me stop moping now and get on with the post, I’ve got some great stuff planned.
So the last time i posted was right before my holiday and ooo was it good! So i went to Cornwall, a small village called Gorran (around 15 minutes drive to st Austell). I’ve been to Cornwall about… say… 15-20 times before in our tiny caravan, most of which were when i was a child. And of all the times, all the campsites I’ve been to, I’ve not been to one (that i can remember) with a nicer view than this. My mind goes soppy at the thought of all that sun, sea… and that beautiful cliff. So pretty it was, the sea calm and flat, the sky the most gorgeous shade of blue and the line where they both met just a little blurred, making you think they both go on forever. Yachts sailed and moored in the sparking sea underneath the ever warmer sun, me and dad reckon we saw dolphins in the far distance. It was a few stokes of white on the surface and it then vanished and reappeared a few seconds later, but further away from the last. We thought it could be birds diving, but the wouldn’t stay below the surface for that long. It reminds me of swallows and amazons reading this back. The cliff had a small lighthouse at the top and was coated in a green array of grass’ and heather’s, cattle grazed places which could be grazed and nature took hold of the places too step to farm, they looked like little black dots from our caravan. Nature has a way of tending these ragged areas with gale force winds and chilling air in the winter, this way no trees could grow, only hardy breeds build for battering. The cliff itself was outlined in big boulders and then the deep blue sea, oh it glistened like i had never seen it glisten before. It was one of those views which never faded with mist, cloud nor rain, still as beautiful despite Britain’s reputation for it’s weather. Some mornings we had the hazy sun rise just above the line which separated the sea and the sky, mist made it look like someone had got a giant smoke machine and put it upon the surface of the slick, blue water, not disturbing a droplet. The mist sat upon the water so gently, almost like it didn’t want it to disturb it.
Before i tell you anymore, lets look at the pictures too; a sort of narration. So please if you will, and if you have the patience, enjoy these snaps; they took me a good 3 hours to put on here so a comment would be wonderful
- Cornwall – Gorran Haven, United Kingdom (travelpod.com)