Cornwall smashes it out of the park again.

March 13

Between sets of night shifts 

After galoomping the bulk of my stuff to London on the green train (see previous post about how great green trains are), and packing the rest into a school bag sized backpack that strained at the seams.

After saying goodbye to the dear Dragon boating crew.

After tying up the loose ends from clinic and lab results at work.

I went down to Cornwall to farewell folk there.

A casual meandering which included helping my mate in Lostwitheal put the ear tags on new lambs, and getting to taste the juice of the peaberries we had harvested. 

My housemate suggested going for a walk along the south west coastal path with her folks. 

And Cornwall, fantastic, breathing rock, tumultuous sea, solar panel, rich new comers and weathered local, pasty perfection Cornwall - put on a stunner couple of days. 




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