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Is this the real thing, or is this just fantasy?

Last night as I sat in a cafe in Angel drinking a strong, black Americano coffee I felt a shiver of excitement. I suddenly pictured myself drinking coffee down by the beach while listening to the waves crash on the sand and breathing in fresh air. The sun isn’t necessarily in the sky, but it is quiet, and it is clean…

(if this was a film it would now go into soft focus)

Breakfast is over and done with, and the cleaning is being finished off by Danny (go with it, it’s fantasy remember). I’ve grabbed Jasper Penworthy (our dog) and taken him for a run. He is now sitting under the picnic table on a lead while I sip my coffee out of a polystyrene cup and stare out to the horizon. Clouds are thick and grey, yet romantic in a Wuthering Heights way; and there are wave crests giving a few die-hard surfers a good time.

There’s chatter from a few tourists but it’s not busy as we’re out of season at the moment. Overall it’s quiet – really quiet; I’m wearing a windbreaker and a knitted scarf and enjoying the way the wind picks up my hair and whips it around my head. I realise that I haven’t used hair mousse for over 6 months, as the water in Cornwall is so soft my hair doesn’t need it. How funny, I realise I’m not wearing make-up either, and I remember that I haven’t worn high heels in – what feels like – years.

It’s a moment of peace. A moment that has become part of my everyday life since I moved down here.

I’m looking forward to the rest of the afternoon. I’ll probably take Jasper for another run on the way back and then settle down for lunch and a quick read of the paper. I’ve got some work to do, an award entry that needs writing for my old company, and I need to find time to bake muffins before new guests arrive at 5pm. Danny’s doing the shopping (again – go with it) and I was going to make a quick update to the website; but that can be wait till later.

Arriving back at the house I am struck, as always, by the way the skylight illuminates the hallway; it makes it look so welcoming. The smell of toast still lingers from breakfast, and I automatically straighten the umbrella rack as I walk through into the kitchen. I sit down at the table and boot up my laptop to check emails.

As I work I notice how peaceful everything is and how far away I am from London, from the commute and the noise, and I laugh to myself when I remember how worried I was about this move.

Annmarie O'Connor says:

This is so exciting!!!!!!!!!! xxx

michelle says:

I’m sitting by the beach right now (wi fi everywhere in uraguay!, reading your blog and thinking how your life is going to be so lovely in Cornwall. I can’t wait to visit you, Danny and Jasper xx

Krissie says:

What a great way to start my day with a dreamy fantasy, I am picturing you there now – it will be oh so worth it! x

Steve says:

One thing you might look forward to – if you’re anything like me – is watching the sunrise from The Malakoff or down on the quay by the Arts Club. We’re on the other side of the valley but the view is just as good:
http://www.stivescornwallblog.co.uk/2010/10/st-ives-sunrise.html

Danny can get the bacon and eggs cooking while you enjoy ! :-)

cheryl says:

You just totally lulled me into forgetting that the washing machine needs emptying, the ironing has to get done and the dog needs to visit the vet, to say nothing of trying to book a hotel in York which is an overcrowded and overpriced city. Who needs counselling when you are around writing your blog!
Can’t wait for the novel!!

Steve says:

St Ives doesn’t have a neighbourhood watch.

Lee Rotbart says:

You are so mean… just looking to spoil my fantasy! It’s out of season remember!!! Or weren’t you reading properly! (and Danny was doing all that stuff ;-) )

john says:

And when do the dishes get washed, laundry done, hallways hoovered, calls from prospective guests, friends looking for a cheap deal, food deliveries, not to mention your appearance at the neighbourhood watch meeting, pay bills, restock the rooms, check the guests out, check the new ones in, dust and you are out walking a bloody dog!

john says:

do you get coffee down there?