I have a poster (accidentally but oh-so-prettily weathered by that time it fell in the bath) on the wall of my office of white words on blue
wild seas
salty lips
sandy toes
white surf
sea spray
hidden coves
CORNWALL
And anyone who has visited here will immediately get how a perfect descripition it is.
A sausage chain haiku of our little wedge of (slightly rainy) heaven.
This, then, is a small selection of images from our camping trip further down the pointy end this week and and a wistful sigh as to what it could be like if only we could trust the damned weather *
*BUSY. That’s what it would be. Bleddy busy
