And there to buy a new keel with my gold/And fill her with such things as she may hold I’m thinking a lot about boats at the moment. For my 19th century American Literature module next term I have to read Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, and although I’m a little daunted I’m looking forward to the journey it promises when I finally pick it up. But, I wondered, perhaps the sea and I should just get a little more acquainted first. “If it’s nice tomorrow, shall we go to the coast?” I asked on Saturday evening. So the next day, a lazy Sunday morning behind us, we take the car north to Blakeney.
G headed up to York to visit me on the weekend before Halloween. Having the car allows us to explore more of the Yorkshire countryside, so we decided to spend our weekend out and about rather than in town. After a bit of research, we decided to spend the Saturday at Beningbrough Hall, a National Trust property about ten miles out of the city.
Four our three-year anniversary G came to stay for a few days in York, but on the day itself we found ourselves in our favourite place: the Lake District, on a quest for happy memories and gingerbread.
At the end of term Mum drove up to spend a Christmassy weekend in York with me. In an attempt to avoid the hordes of Christmas shoppers, we instead chose to spend Sunday morning at the nearby Castle Howard checking out their famous decorations – and we had the best day.
Early in the month, G and I spent an afternoon at the North Norfolk Food and Drink Festival at Holkham Hall. It was such a fun day and we tried so much amazing food. We both agreed, though, that it was a drink that stole the show – Grey Seal Coffee, to be precise. When we discovered that Grey Seal has three cafes around the north Norfolk coast we immediately planned to go to one, so with just two weeks before I left for uni we took a drive up for lunch at the Glandford Art Cafe.
For most, the first thing that comes to mind when you think ‘Cornwall’ is the county’s iconic coastline. Rugged cliffs, crashing waves – and, in high season, overrun with tourists (even on a misty day, the beaches at St Ives were covered in holidaymakers). But somehow, G and I managed to discover a really beautiful treasure. Portheras Cove has everything to love about the astonishing Cornish coast, but none of the noise, litter, and busyness caused by too many visitors.
St Ives was just a short drive away from our cottage in the very south-west of Cornwall, so we decided to dedicate a misty day to wandering its quaint (though tourist-filled) alleyways and stretching shoreline. It was beautifully photogenic and we spent a very happy few hours browsing the independent art galleries and stores, feasting on Cornish pasties and watching the mist creep quietly away out to sea.