In Love with Life: It's Been a Pleasure, Cornwall

Hello,

And here comes the end of my summer adventure. I don't even know from where to start really. It's been wonderful, it's been more than I expected (and my expectations are normally quite high).
I lived just 4-5 months in this beautiful England's region and it's been enough for me to see why so many people go here. It's Cornwall. The land of pasties, amazing beaches and the sea that sometimes can fool you to feel like you are out of Europe.

I can see now why local people are so proud of it. I don't blame them, I would be too. The miners land turned into this last bit of UK where sunshine comes more than once a year.
I must say I did not believe it in the beginning. It's still UK, right? What sunshine? But hey, I think I discovered the sunny corner of England.

May was great. Full of new smells, new places, new discoveries. I love that feeling of being a foreigner. Everybody stops you to ask where you're from, what you do and how come you've heard about Cornwall. Everything seems new and different. Everybody seems so happy and friendly. Like being a child again where mind gets fascinated about everything. Routine doesn't exist yet. You start creating your space in this new world. You start making friends. You learn shortcuts. You observe like never before.

June was my favourite. 10 days heat wave. I know, I am animals lover and I did feel quite sad to see sheep in their big coats hiding in the shades, I felt sad to see so many dead bees on the road (sunstroke, hey :)) but being a selfish human being I just loved the heat. We are not talking spanish heat here, let's make it clear. Nice heat, probably no more than 30 degrees in the shade. The days long and warm. I have never seen so many happy people everywhere around me. The sun just never stopped warming us. I think I spent more time in the sea than on the land. For sure. It was beautiful, it was perfect. If I would have died on one of those days, I would have died as a happy girl. Ok, no jokes about dying.

July was wonderful too. Sunny. No heat waves but pleasant and warm. I still could not believe that I was in England. July was full of running days. My love for running came back to me and it seemed my legs just couldn't stop moving. It was my holidays time too. Holidays while, really, my work was already like holidays. Double win. Norway trip, seeing my special guy.

August went quickly. The weather changed. Look at me all I do is talk about weather, ha. Brittish trained me well, I'm blending in with locals. Another holiday. Can life even get better? Sark was magical. Dom, friends and dolphins. How lucky I am! And on top of that we got beautiful weather in the end of August so everybody were happy bunnies once again. Beaches, sunshine, swimming.

September took a while to accept. Because the autumn came very quickly. The smell in the air changed, the wind breeze was different and we lost long bright evenings. Like a child returning to school I was quite sad. Took me a week or two to accept it. And then it came joy. Of falling leaves, the change of colours, and my favourite-harvest. Free food everywhere. Making blackberry jam, sloe gin, picking apples, trying some hazelnuts. Oh, what a joy to live in the countryside. The rhythm of life changed too. Energy became different and there was this little breeze in the air of new adventures. That feeling of excitement mixed with sadness of leaving this beautiful place.

And here I am now. Nearly ready to leave. Physically and psychologically.

I must say I could have not picked better place to be. I know, it's not the surfers side of Cornwall and it's not the sunset beaches too but hey, it's stunning here. And remote. Beaches in the middle of the summer with heat waves nearly all for yourself. Just few screaming kids and definitely no stag dos (sorry guys!). Off beaten Cornwall. The walkers paradise.

It's been a pleasure, Cornwall. I shall be back one day.

Ligita