12 November 2012
The sand spilling over my toes. The gentle waves sweeping over my feet. The cliffs looming over me and the village. The little tiny village poking up over the bridge. Our cottage. I can see it from here on the beach. Four of them all lined up one next to the other. Ours, the last one. The very last one. So close to the village and only a sand dune away from the beach. Was ours, well. not technically, we were staying in it. And, how more can I describe it? It's beautiful here. It's beautiful here in Mawgan Porth.
Cornwall, Mawgan Porth • Opuss № I