Cornish Wind

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 Harbour

 

Newquay City Center

 

Full English…well without the special sausages you get here

 

Where Boardmasters Festival takes place

 

Fistral Beach 

 

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!