Nick and I made the trip to Cornwall today. He has a few days of annual leave to use up, which I have nagged him into doing. We agreed to come down as I had the feeling that his Mum is missing him. I let him make all of the arrangements and he picked out a chalet park, Little Orchard, near StAgnes. £85 gets us a little stone bungalow with those old fashioned metal framed windows. It is natty and has a plaid curtain to separate the bedroom from the kitchenette/living room. Fabulously, it comes complete with key 1950’s housewife requirements; toast rack, butter dish, creamer and sugar bowl. I love the ‘Peter and Jane’ illustrations feeling of it all and wish only for a frilled gingham apron. Darcy relaxed immediately, but for today, in the interests of authenticity, I wish he looks like Peter’s Golden Retriever (what was that dog called?).
We got away in reasonable time with no arguments even though Nick’s preference is to set off early, while mine is to set off late. He let me listen to an old Collings & Herrin podcast in the car (I’m slowly catching up), and later, Pulp’s Different Class. In return, I listened to The Stranglers and Arctic Monkeys. I was aware that we weren’t chatting, even when we stopped off we read the paper. We were relaxed though, resembling more and more the old couples seen sitting on park benches. We managed not to fall out over a minor lack of bedding issue and, predictably ended up at Sainsbury’s Truro (so convenient and you can get anything there, we use it even though we would prefer to support local businesses). Nick got sweetly nostalgic getting chips at Threemilestone, sight of his first mortgage.
Coming back to StAgnes, the cliffs were glowing gold in the sunset, with the land shadowed by bruised clouds and all of the sunlight was over the sea. We were moved by it at the same moment, a natural spectacle quite common in Cornwall, but special to us émigrés.
Mr Fee was proved correct about my needing to ‘watch the technical aspects’ of my work. A pointed out to me this morning that I had used his name instead of an initial in yesterday’s blog, but just in one place. I have corrected it. Sorry A, I hope you’re not too cross. On the plus side, it’s the first time I’ve been aware of anyone other than Nick reading Dee’s Diary. It’s good to have a reader.
We got away in reasonable time with no arguments even though Nick’s preference is to set off early, while mine is to set off late. He let me listen to an old Collings & Herrin podcast in the car (I’m slowly catching up), and later, Pulp’s Different Class. In return, I listened to The Stranglers and Arctic Monkeys. I was aware that we weren’t chatting, even when we stopped off we read the paper. We were relaxed though, resembling more and more the old couples seen sitting on park benches. We managed not to fall out over a minor lack of bedding issue and, predictably ended up at Sainsbury’s Truro (so convenient and you can get anything there, we use it even though we would prefer to support local businesses). Nick got sweetly nostalgic getting chips at Threemilestone, sight of his first mortgage.
Coming back to StAgnes, the cliffs were glowing gold in the sunset, with the land shadowed by bruised clouds and all of the sunlight was over the sea. We were moved by it at the same moment, a natural spectacle quite common in Cornwall, but special to us émigrés.
Mr Fee was proved correct about my needing to ‘watch the technical aspects’ of my work. A pointed out to me this morning that I had used his name instead of an initial in yesterday’s blog, but just in one place. I have corrected it. Sorry A, I hope you’re not too cross. On the plus side, it’s the first time I’ve been aware of anyone other than Nick reading Dee’s Diary. It’s good to have a reader.
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