Was back on the road doing what I love the most, travelling. After a long time I felt the timid excitement before the start of a trip and then the nervousness just before you leave thinking that everything goes to plan. This time it was with an altogether different group of people who I have known for only quite some time. It's often said company matters not the place but my experience has taught me not to believe in this theory too much.
After a four hour journey I reached a placed called "Bedruthan Steps" (named after a ghost who used the stack of huge rocks on the beach as stepping stones), a stretch of coastline located in Cornwall. An amazing view of the Atlantic with its water so blue (and to my liking) with not many people around. A perfect start to a long weekend.
For some reason I wanted this to be a relaxing holiday with no room for any kind of activity, but unfortunately didn't turn up that way, though I have no complaints. I had booked a cottage overlooking the sea in a village called Portheleven. After having settled down it was time to burn in the sun and with the kind of weather we have been having no one had any complaints.
So the daily routine was to have a sip of tea, heavy English breakfast, off to the beach for some fun and games and back again for dinner and to end it all some exquisitive songs from the Jagjith Singh and Rafi cuisine. Loved every bit of it.
The last day was quite interesting, where we flew to Isle of Scilly by a copter. In spite of me not being a keen flyer I must admit I quite enjoyed the ride. The Isles of Scilly is a group of islands with breathtaking coast lines and sandy beaches with the water having an almost turquoise color. After hoping into the main St Mary's Island we hopped on to Tressco Island and spent some quality time out there in one of the most isolated beach I have ever been. We were only around 10 to 20 people and such a huge stretch of land and I loved every bit of the time I had to myself.
All in all quite a nice time off and after Scotland, probably the second place I would want to be. And for the record I have already decided I shall be visiting there once more :)
A few hundred miles from Bristol,
No to work and time for a stroll,
Wine, dine and fun with some pals,
In a place they call Cornwall.
What was special of this place I wonder ?
Sandy beaches of Atlantic waters to wander,
The famous Cornish pastries and apple pie,
Couldn't resist them however I tried.
An exquisite place overlooking the sea,
Embracing the mornin with some hot tea,
Bring on the coolers and some sun cream,
Out into the sea we go to play and scream.
Hopping to an island on a chopper ride,
Snoring on the beach facing the sea side,
The last four days we did it all,
In a place they call Cornwall.
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