A retrospective. And the here and now.

I've decided the only way to get this blog up-to-date, between setting it up at the end of January and moving in on 10th March, is to balance each post with what led me here, and with what I am doing right now, until the gap between then and now is filled.

Then

I set up this blog the day after I got back from Cornwall, as I was so full of how amazing it was going to be. But then there was a period of uncertainty as I waited for the landlord to agree the let which took ages as it had to be signed off by a board of trustees and I got a bit jittery about the whole thing. So rather than blogging as I went I did my favourite trick of waiting until it all got sorted. But my life never gets sorted. It’s always a work in progress. I should know this by now.

Having waved Cam back off to Uni and Libby off to New Zealand (once we explained she had to go through the departures gate to get anywhere) I came home and starting have an in-depth discussion with the cat about where my life was going. Which suggests it wasn’t really going anywhere. Time to throw everything in the air and do the one thing I’d wanted to do for ages. No, not open a coffee shop, I did that one already, remember? The other thing I’d wanted to do for ages. Spend some time in Cornwall. When I say some time, I don’t mean a holiday or even take house for a month, no some proper time, six months at least.

Now

Today the man came to fix the door in the spare room and the overflow under the sink. Yes, even when you are living the dream mundane tasks still have to be completed. Luckily, as I am renting, such things are sorted by the lettings agency.

Today was also the day I decided to strike out and visit the first place I came to, that I haven't visited before. Not great sentence construction but you know what I mean. So, out of the driveway and through the National Trust car park. Except there was a digger in the way so cars had to go one at a time the wrong way up the one-way road. Everywhere you look there are signs that "the season" is nearly upon us and visitors shall soon be here. Coastal defences and steps being repaired, potholes filled (and they are doing a proper job, digging out further than the hole before filling it properly, none of that Surrey nonsense), fences being painted and a general sprucing up).

Out of Lizard, no to Kynance Cove, no to Cadgwith, yes to Ruan Minor. And then I saw a sign for Kennack Sands so that's where I ended up. Oooh, with my pasty from Ann's, I forgot to mention that.

It was rather lovely, sitting in the sun with my back to the sea wall, enjoying a lovely warm pasty and a can of organic lemonade. Then it was up and over the top of the dunes and onto Kennack Towans. It then dawned on me what a novice explorer I am as I burrowed myself into the sand dunes, completely sheltered from the wind and realised I had brought neither binoculars nor kindle nor flask of tea so had to make do with contemplating life as the waves crashed against the reef. I took some selfies as well. And a rather stunning pic of the bay.

And then it was back to Lizard and the purchase of a newspaper as I have no idea how to work the listings part of my new (tiny) television and I didn't want to miss Ordinary Lies with the lovely Jason Manford although it's all relative when compared to Captain Poldark.

I'll be back dreckly.