'Imagination will take you everywhere'
I love spending Christmas in Cornwall, it’s such a breath-taking place. The scenery is particularly beautiful during the Winter months; the dramatic, rugged cliffs, the relentless sea, the bleak moorland, and the narrow, winding lanes. Despite the torrential rain, strong gale-force winds and grey skies, there is something magical about going for a blustery walk along a wind-swept beach and not seeing a single soul. In the Summer Cornwall is full to the brim with tourists; young families with buckets and spades, surfers, OAPs, all descend on to the beaches, jostling for space amongst the crowd and yearning for a bit of sunshine. But during the Winter it’s quite different. Cornish towns transform into ghost towns, empty except for the locals. The beaches are deserted except for dog-walkers and extremely brave surfers. When you do happen to get a rare glimpse of sun, you cherish it for the whole holiday, instead of grumbling that it’s the only sun you’ve seen all Summer.