Gosh I’m looking old. In a week I have visibly aged considerably.. Everything hurts and I am only up and dressed because my cleaner is due . I can’t just stay in bed and watch her work round me so despite this temptation I have made myself look respectable and am blogging! Oh dear...surely this can’t have become something I have to do! There are lots of things that I have to do being sadly neglected right now. But oddly blogging isn’t one of them. I tell myself that I need to show the world that I’m still alive. And I am...just. ....I think. Cornwall is full. That has been confirmed by a friend living close by. She says she’s never seen so many people thronging our streets, our pubs, our beaches. So I’m still not going out. Unless I really have to go into the village it seems safer to just stay put. So this is very dull stuff! However yesterday I did something wonderful. I bought a picture by a local artist. He paints scenes of local beauty spots and there was one of the beach I used to take my children to on the north coast. I surfed every day from that beach and although it cost me rather a lot of money it’s something I will enjoy every day in my old age. So yes I am now an old woman but I have lived and surfed, and become old fairly gracefully....I hope!
I’m afraid my surfing days are over...but the memories are all good...thank you God.
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4 comments:
I hope your beach visitors are more considerate than ours - the LITTER has been phenomenal on Southend's beaches, even more than usual.
Or do you just get a better class of litter? *wry smile*
I am told that some beaches are suffering the same as yours....but we do have people picking up the litter. Mostly volunteers....I think.
It’s interesting how Cornish folk say Our beaches...Our hotels...Our pubs...like they personally own it all rather than it just being the place they happen to live.
We live in a village in walking distance to a popular Forest and two country pubs but I would never use the word ‘Our‘ Forest etc..🤷♀️
Your memories are inspirational to you and put things into perspective on different aspects of a life lived long and to the full.
I spent quite a lot of time in Cornwall in my early career based in Plymouth and was familiar with the country side and opportunities to do adventurous things. I was introduced to sailing and kayaking there along with climbing, trekking (across Exmoor) and even Combat Survival, living off the land. I still have my survival kit more than 50 years after that particular episode (I could lend it to you if you need it?). I can imagine Cornwall being full, there is little other choice than for people to stay in the UK for holidays at the moment. And if I had a choice it would be there or the Scottish Highlands (never mind the midges and horse flies) as they are two memorable places, followed by Yorkshire where I both served, lived or trained. In fact, my last exercise before retirement was in Scotland.
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