Shattered. That's me.
By attempting to wear out the boys, I'm all done in, and the ironing is yet to be done. Living in Cornwall presents so many possibilities for exploration. I've not even scratched the surface. Today I took the boys to Falmouth. We went swimming and then on to Swanpool Beach. Good times were had by all
I was a bit sad to see that the beach cafe has been given a makeover. Last time I was here, it was like stepping into the 1950's. The cafe had mis matched china plates and cups. And it wasn't contrived. The food was homely and home made by two old ladies, wearing pinnies. The cafe was painted in that post war NHS hospital green colour. Not a panini in sight.
I was heartened to see that the crazy golf was still there. And the bin shaped like a dolphin, complete with jaunty sailor's cap.
Aah well. Cornwall is pretty up market these days, it has to be said
High end retail.
And all that.
|oooh the trials of the skinny jean...|
No matter. There are still plenty of hidden gems. Places that the tourists don't always know about. The bits we like to keep to ourselves
Do you have hidden gems where you live? A park perhaps, or a secret walk. A favourite charity shop, or an Aladdin's cave type of a place?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.