I’m down in the West Country for a few days.
After a crazaaay busy start to the year up in London with internships and many rush hour tube journeys (nat cool), I’ve been craving the sea big time. Me and my bro decided last minute to hop in the car and head west to meet the family for a few days of fresh air and countryside.
We stocked up on tea, popcorn and chocolate and set off on our journey as the sun was setting over a gloriously sunny London. The drive west (despite being dark) is lovely, the further away you are from London, the stars get brighter, the roads gradually get more narrow and the radio stations get more bizarre (BBC Devon is my new fav).
After winding round country roads and getting lost in small Cornish villages, we finally got to our seaside gaff in Treknow, warmed our mitts with mugs of tea and fell into our beds excited to get up, get out and explore. We woke up to howling wind ‘n’ rain (sods law), but that weren’t stopping us adventurous folk! We gobbled down a bowl of porridge, downed a mug of tea and set out in our warmest garms to have a ganders around Tintagel and Boscastle.
Then, the inevitable happened. Heeeeeell yeaaaah…
It was there…
Then it was scone!
Drenched and sleepy we made our way back to the cottage to light one of these bad boys.
Is there anything more satisfying than getting into your PJ’s, pulling on your fluffiest bed socks and sitting in front of a log burner after a long day of exploring? Nope. Heaven on earth.