In a few weeks, we are travelling down to Cornwall...I have rented a people carrier, as my parents are coming along with us..The cottage is in a little village, snug in a valley with a shingle cove beach.
After days spent swimming and snorkeling, jumping off rocks and fishing, we will have an evening meal, then a wander to the old Inn...have a couple of ales then stroll back to the cottage looking at the stars thick in the sky...
There is a wood burner in the living room, so we will have a bit of a chat, debate and perhaps a bit of a singalong gathered around it...In Cornwall the dry stone walls are all fluffy with Lichen and the landscape is stiff with magic...
When I was a boy, my Dad told me that on midsummer the rabbits peeled off their skins and danced around as pixies in the moonlight...
After days spent swimming and snorkeling, jumping off rocks and fishing, we will have an evening meal, then a wander to the old Inn...have a couple of ales then stroll back to the cottage looking at the stars thick in the sky...
There is a wood burner in the living room, so we will have a bit of a chat, debate and perhaps a bit of a singalong gathered around it...In Cornwall the dry stone walls are all fluffy with Lichen and the landscape is stiff with magic...
When I was a boy, my Dad told me that on midsummer the rabbits peeled off their skins and danced around as pixies in the moonlight...
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