The Parrog

Got up.

Ran 5 miles, up hill, down dale, along coast, along beach, up road, down road, across bridge.

Had a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea.

Had shower, got changed.

Walked 5 miles up and around Carn Ingli.

Came home. Ate spicy sausage soup.

Lay down on the bed. Briefly fell into something we could call sleep.

Got up. Went for a walk down to the Parrog.

Took this shot.

Walked to the Golden Lion.

Drank a pint of Bedrock (it may have been two).

Came home. Well, I say home, I mean holiday home.

It has been a relaxing day. Relax by doing.

This is a special place in the world. I love it here.

Butcher, baker, grocer, bank, post office, library, magical outdoors.

I could live here.

It's like a quiet, unspoilt, reasonably priced Cornwall.

By the by, Cornwall is also magical!

And, so it is.