It was early 2013 when I was browsing through job listings, looking for something to move on to as I was coming to the end of an internship. Out of curiosity I had a little look at a college I knew was near to my brother, in Cornwall. Lo and behold, there was a vacancy! Which I was perfect for! Long story slightly shorter, I applied, got it, and within a month had moved in with a family friend 350 miles away from my parents, friends, and boyfriend (to be known as P). By some stroke of luck, P managed to get a job at the same place, so our long distance relationship was thankfully short-lived.
During the month that I was technically homeless and boyfriend-less, I spent a lot of time getting to know my new environs and seeking out the best spots to show P when he arrived. One of these spots was the beautiful north coast cliffs. More specifically, the stretch between Portreath-Porthtowan-St Agnes. I vividly remember one Sunday afternoon going for a walk after church (more on that at another point) and just being awestruck by the beauty of these cliffs. A phonecall to P nearly ended in tears and ‘I can’t believe we get to live here!’.
You can walk for miles and not get bored of that view. Well done nature, well done.