We ‘fared’ well in Cornwall, despite wind, rain, storm and tempest… oh, and glorious ice-cream-eating-worthy sunshine! Cornwall is always a delight, whatever the weather. The countryside is delicious, the seashores varied and food for the soul. Even the low cloud and rain shrouding Heligan gardens embraced rather than alienated us. OK, the views were… ‘er, ‘lost’ – but then the name of the gardens hinted at such possibilities (the ‘Lost’ Gardens of Heligan’)
Just when we thought that the sun had forgotten what it should be doing, it confounded us and out it popped to bathe both land and sea in rich colour. Rounding the top of a hill (in the car) there it was – the blue oh so blue sea snatching our breath away, as it always can.
Wind-swept north or soft, beguiling south – each draws us, filled with memories of loved ones we no longer see. Our family, now grown up, still play upon the beach, clambering over the rocks, picnicking in their lee, creating fragile castles – all ephemeral, but lodged in our hearts and unlocked by the magic of this place.
Seldom lost for words, I find myself silent – content to watch, to listen, to feel the touch of wind and sunlight on my cheek, and the strange tear slip from a nostalgic eye.
Returning home was a wrench – but we know it lies there waiting for our return one day – when bluebells or primroses or fuchsia or rose will crowd the grass-clad walls which line the narrow lanes.
We return to the Now and back into the rhythm of our daily round, knowing that a county filled with such delights is never more than a journey away – not too soon … nor too long…maybe?