Dear Diary.
A long weekend by the sea for some R & R...
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| Looking out over The English Channel |
Peeking over the high hedge rows that are so indicative of Cornwall, we crane
our necks to be the first to see the sea... reminiscent of childhood;
it's that thrill I feel, the anticipation and excitement of being by the
sea, and all it's possibilities; beach combing, rock pooling,
snorkelling, looking for crabs, collecting shells, skimming pebbles,
cliff top walks...
{For many an artist it has, and continues to be a source of so much inspiration}
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| Sea Urchin & Tea in bed - Driftwood | | | |
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Listening to the sound of waves lapping below and
curlews peeling overhead, I'm looking out over the sea, whilst having a cup of tea in the luxury of my bed - can it get any better than this? Sometimes we are disappointed in our choices; somehow they don't quite come up to our expectations, this time I can't believe how lucky I am, this place is a slice of heaven.
There is no where I feel more at home, than when I'm by the sea, and here at the
Driftwood, I couldn't be any closer. Meandering down to the rocky cove I feel I'm walking in the pages of "
Rebecca".
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| Sea view |
The Hotel interiors and bed rooms are relaxed Beach House. Inviting big cosy chairs, linens and faded blues, piles of "must look" books, hurricanes, candles, sand and shells. A telescope to watch the passing yachts out at sea and to investigate the ever changing craggy coast line.
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| Flip Flops - Driftwood |
After breakfast, we are taking the little path down to our beach, a picnic of fresh local crab, home made bread and a bottle of
Cornish bubbly...
How lovely it is to be by the sea!
PS - lots to tell and show, will post more soon...
{
Catherine Du Maurier wrote my favourite novel in 1938 whilst living
at nearby Fowey. She lived here until 1967; on the river next to where the Bodinnick Ferry now runs}
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Kernow is Cornish for Cornwall}
