Binoculars In My Bag

What a difference a couple of weeks makes. The mobile phone is all but redundant apart from recording the odd snippet and taking a few photos but my new binoculars (an early birthday present from mum and dad which came with my National Trust subscription) are the new must-have accessory, especially for seal spotting.

This is a reminder of what I look like. I have to take selfies in the mirror because they don't look how I think I look if I do them the usual way.

I moved in two weeks today and feel like I'm starting to settle. Helped I think by starting work. Much as I love my own company I know no-one here and although everyone is very friendly sometimes I barely speak to anyone from morning to bed-time apart from exchanging a cursory "g'morning" or "lovely weather we're having" during my peregrinations.

I took this on way into work this morning. This is the cliff path from the car-park that I have to use while the steps are being repaired in time for Easter. It's that or walk a really long way round which I can't be doing with. There's only one bit that involves a bit of clambering up and over some rocks. One though that has crossed my mind is that if I did fall off a cliff (sorry mum) then no-one would know I was missing for days and even then there would be no clue as to which cliff I might have fallen off. Maybe I should leave a note on the kitchen table!

Talking of tables, this was the view from the "office" at lunchtime today. I know, I know.

I never really explained the whys and wherefores of what I'm doing here in Cornwall. To be honest I'm not always quite sure myself. My profile talks of the one who turned out not to be and I think that, combined with the kiddiwinks going off and doing their own thing, meant it was now or never; time for me to have a little adventure of my own. I've always loved Cornwall. Mum, dad and I holidayed with Cam and Libby down here a few years ago and although that was a very different part of Cornwall, I really loved the environment. Then I started coming down every month or two (while I was with the other one who wasn't the one, but was never going to be the one) visiting different places and just fell for the county more and more. It doesn't really feel like part of England at times, even more so now that I'm a Lizard girl. It's like when we used to take the children to Center Parcs and they always felt they were somewhere else entirely.

The weeks before I left were very busy as there was a surprisingly amount to sort out, both with regards to leaving the house behind in Lingfield and sorting out my new temporary home. But with removals booked (my lovely handyman Gary did the honours and somehow did the journey to Cornwall and back in a day), my notice handed in, the cat sorted and all those incidentals like redirecting the post dealt with I started counting down the days. I slipped away quietly, even some of my close friends didn't realise exactly when I was going and others good friends didn't even know I was planning a move (sorry). But as it's not forever I didn't want a fuss. But I do want visitors! I am going to be working on a rota basis at the cafe rather than fixed days but as soon as I get a feel for how it's going to pan out I will let people know. Although I can't guarantee I won't have to work part of the time.

This is the view from the landing window over my front yard looking up towards Lizard. You can walk across the fields but there have been cows roaming for the couple of days so I don't think I'll be venturing through the gate any time soon.

And to finish with, a lovely photo of Libby and her dad safely reunited in Kota Kinabalu earlier today after nearly two and half months of travelling for Libby. She will spend a few days with him and Jacqui before having a few days on her own in Borneo and then flying off to Cambodia for a few weeks and then back to Thailand before returning to England, and her studies, at the beginning of May.