I wrote this post in a lovely bakeshop in York on Friday 23rd June, the last day of my second year of university. Afterwards, I wandered my city with my camera for a few hours, trying to find the words to express my gratitude and thinking about the beauty of the everyday. The following does neither justice, but I’m pressing publish all the same.
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.