What a bloomin lovely, lovely, lovely day it was today, well, last 24 hours or so actually.
Awoke this morning with little sign of hangover from Saturday nights schenalligans on the town to a stunning warm day with not cloud in sky, about 71f (21c). A mate rang me up asking if I could give some guy from Zimbabwe a lift from local village, down to town, British Legion Club. Did that, bought half pint and looked out over the harbour which already was busy with all sorts of marine craft big and small flitting hither and thither. Twas very nice to see the working boats making way under sail, coming to and from oyster fishing grounds, with docks in background, Trefusis Point in mid distance, and looking further yonder towards Roseland Penininsular on other side of harbour, with not cloud in sky.
Went out briefly after leaving the Legion, on a friend of a friends boat to tow another boat to its mooring, the town looking just as beautiful as it always does from the water. Came back to shore and headed back into the Legion, full of old Cornish characters, with an elvis lookalike, playing crap music on sound system. Got bit sick of that, so as soon as wee Scots bonny lass comes down, 3 of us embarked upon what was to be a day of adventurous fun, trawling venues.
First off we headed to the newly built National Maritime Museum, to the square or piazza. There we went in The Shed, some trendy cocktail bar with tables and chairs outside, drank one or two margaritas whilst basking still in warmth of sunshine. Twas most pleasant. Then after leaving there we headed for The 3 Mackerel on one of the towns beaches overlooking the bay, there, sitting outside on the decking overlooking the bay sipping the house red and chatting gaily away. Another lass turns up who I hadn't seen in ages with her son, whose such a cool kid and her dog. People were everywhere relaxing, the beach quite full, and some daft trouts braving the cold atlantic waters for early summer swimming.
Had a great conversation there with a leading academic and university lecturer in comtemporary art, the town boasting the top art college university in the country. From here we went to The Cove, a high class, though laid back and friendly restuarant on the next beach down the coast. Here we obviously piled in another bottle of wine and ate scallops, monk fish, king prawns, beef fillet, the works, though cost an arm and a leg, though the quality of the food was exceedingly high, quite delicious. In the view out the window you could see the rocky coastline stretching away, the waves gently caressing the rocks. Only cost about a hundred pounds for five of us ($175), bargain.
Next to the Star and Garter for another pint or two, and listened to some stunning blues, after which back to the village where it all started from where we cracked open a bottle or two of red and sat in front of woodburner, cozy in good thoughts, company and conversation. I've only just got in, after enjoying one of the best days out in 8 months or so, now about to drink pint of cider before sitting the hay.
A life of simple decadence, I'm all for it. My cheeks are aching from laughing all day and smiling so much.
I do hope you all enjoyed your Sunday too and wish everyone all the very best with my kindest regards, enjoy your week ahead.
Chin chin.
Celtic Mark - West Cornwall, UK
Hitting the hay, not sitting the hay of course