There is a wind in Cornwall that I know
From any other wind, because it smells
Of the warm honey breath of heather-bells
And of the sea’s salt; and these meet and flow
With such sweet savour in such sharpness met
That the astonished sense in ecstasy
Tastes the ripe earth and the unvintaged sea.
Wind out of Cornwall, wind, if I forget :
Not in the tunnelled Streets where scarce men breathe
The air they live by, but wherever seas
Blossom in foam, wherever merchant bees
Volubly traffic upon any heath:
If I forget, shame me! or if I find
A wind in England like my Cornish wind.
by Arthur Symons
A little impression from my journey to Newquay!
Nice to be back here again!
Porth, and Porth Beach
# Favorite Places!
Newquay City Center
Full English…well without the special sausages you get here
Where Boardmasters Festival takes place
Bowls is a traditional British game
The Royal Wedding, watching together in a church.
Yes, this looks more like a pub!
After the wedding, we had a little garden party
Outside the church
Towan, Great Western and Tolcarne Beach
Traditional Cream Tea
Porth beach and the Mermaid Inn Pub
Sunset…and time to say Goodbye!