'Imagination will take you everywhere'
And so to Cornwall where thousands of other British stay-cation holiday-makers descended. We actually spend most of our holiday avoiding the crowds of bucket and spade carriers who literally mob all of the beaches. The secret is to go to the beach early in the morning or late in the evening, then you can savour the peace and quiet of being beside the sea; breath in the salty fresh air, listen to the waves gently lapping on the sand and marvel at the crystal clear water sparkling in the sunshine (yes it really did appear). I really do love Cornwall – you just feel like you’re a world away from reality, stuck in a little bubble at the bottom of the country.
This year we squeezed into our old wetsuits (I wrestled with it for about 10 minutes before it finally fit) and hit Polzeath for a day of sun, sea and surf. We have previously had surf lessons and I managed to remember the basic moves and catch some knarly waves!
When the sun does get its act together and shows its face, Cornwall undergoes a metamorphosis into a place which sometimes resembles a Mediterranean country; the white washed houses, blue shutters, cloudless blue sky, clear sea and vibrant colours of nature. Beautiful – who needs Greece, Italy or France?