By the time we had finished, it was 10 am and we had been awake for 28 hours straight! We were ready for a rest. But, first we had a second mission to conduct.
6 months prior to this excursion, my brother and his friend had travelled to Cornwall for a biking weekend/drinking weekend. They had buried a bottle of rum somewhere along the route from Kennegy to Prah Sands (technically Praa Sands, to all but the most local of locals), which is the beach we once lived on.
We needed that rum now. It had been a crazy/spontaneous night and morning and some 10am drinking of rum was required. I have always wanted to be a pirate (fact). I love the sea. I love boats. I love the sound of the gulls. I love Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow. I could definitely go pillaging with him. So off we trotted, we three stooges, to recover the precious rum.
(Spontaneous journeys sadly mean grabbing your iPhone 3, not your camera – so apologies for pants photos!)
As we marched along the coastal path (that, clearly, I recommend if you get the chance), my brother Ed (above), suddenly ran to a hedge, thrust in his hand and withdrew aforementioned rum! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me (us).
We skipped the rest of the way to Prah Sands, sat on the sand in the cold and drank the rum. At 10am.
|Making sure the food groups are covered!|
Warmed by the pirate’s drink, Ed and Will decided to play rugby. They threw the ball into the cold sea for each other to get and they went down to the old pill box left over from the war to explore. Oh, the childhood memories we have of playing in that old pill box!
The World War 2 pill box was originally on the cliff, I imagine, but over the years it has fallen onto the beach – victim to cliff erosion.
All that was left to do – after no sleep and half a bottle of pirate juice – was to pull up our scarves and nap on the English beach at the beginning of a chill March until we had gathered our thoughts enough to make a plan!
With bleary eyes, swollen from the cold that didn’t seem to be warming up as it approached midday, we admitted defeated and booked ourselves a room at local Marazion, at a B and B called Blue Horizon. This is a little town that holds significance to us as Dad once owned a little store there called Cobble Corner.
|Will pulling a face outside our old shop. He does this a lot.|
The rooms were warm and cozy. They were twee and romantic. The boys shared a room and I had one all to myself! Complete with exposed beams and a TV that showed the news. Apparently a tsunami had just hit Japan (remember that?) and I watched in disbelief for most of the evening from the comfort of that little room.
I have always had a recurring dream about tsunamis. I am in Cornwall, on the beach at Prah Sands when I see a giant wave coming in. I begin to run away, but the wave grows and grows. The further I run, the bigger the wave grows until at last it talks to me and says, ‘no matter how far you run, I will always grow larger’. Weird, right?
This room came with a view straight down to St Micheal’s Mount. I love St Micheal’s Mount. I have been there many times. Apparently a giant made it, did you know that? Once I actually went over late at night after I had been drinking pimms and crept right up to the castle late at night with Edward. It is beautiful. I miss living here.