How beautiful is Cornwall?!
If you don't already know the answer than let me enlighten you! Think white beaches, an aqua sea, pretty harbours, quaint houses, friendly people, history, nature, the list is endless. The naive me never imagined you could get all this in the UK, now I know, oh and there's even palm trees!
We awoke at Count House Cottage to a sea view and the heat of the sun enticing us to explore! Explore we did, 26,000 steps worth! (I love my Fitbit) The coastal walk to St Ives harbour is a pretty downhill walk and a thigh strengthing mission on return 😆 I loved seeing the harbour empty as we passed. The boats were like fish out of water waiting for the tide to come in and then leisurely bobbing around on the water when we returned. During that time we'd walked, our feet in the sand, the sun on our faces along the beach that was now hidden.
We ate gourmet fish and chips, ice cream and had a delicious meal at Rick Stein's restaurant in Portleven, perfect. One day it was overcast but we optimistically ventured out without jackets and it rained. (obviously) My husband decided to buy a hoodie, but me, I was adamant I'd be fine. As we walked along the pier he spotted my goosepimples and chivalrously wrapped his new hoodie around me, (bless him) He was freezing while I had sleeves dangling around my thighs like a child wearing their dads coat! I obviously told him how snug and warm his hoodie was while he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. 😆 He might have announced that this was the perfect example of 'you're so low maintenance, you're high maintenance' (have a read to see if you agree) 😆 I'm reluctant to admit that I ended up buying a hoodie 😒
Anyway, enough about that 😉back to Cornwall. Between St Ives, Portleven, Lands End and Moushole (Advice: don't drive to Mousehole in a pickup, maybe opt for a smartcar to avoid embarrassment!) I've discovered beautiful places and vow to return to such a stunning place, especially now I know a 35 minute flight is an option! Something we learned as we were about to embark on what turned out to be, a ten hour Bank Holiday Monday drive home! (I know, we should have known better!)
So the reason for my blog post is to encourage you to explore, discover the beautiful places right on our doorstep. I'm all for holidays abroad, in fact I may be addicted but I'll now be making time for my UK adventures too.
After a few days of playing Florence Nightingale in our capital city, I'll admit it, I'm knackered! Just to be clear I don't mean knackered due to looking after my brother post op (musn't upset the appendix missing sibling) more due to the 'living' in London for five days.
I think I became the Tazmanian Devil tornado-ing my way through a sea of people, silently losing my temper! No meandering just marching, whilst being swept up by a tsunami of commuters! (Oh and for those who are too young to remember Taz from Looney Tunes, click here!)
London is an amazing city with architecture old and new, you can take a photo and capture Tower Bridge and The Shard at once! (I wasn't that clever!) its skyline is truly breath taking.
The underground is an amazing system, one unfortunately, which I can't grasp! (Or don't want to) I was proud to have remembered the standing to the right rule to let the dashers dash past but if it hadn't have been for my well commuted brother, I'd still be stood on the Northern Line trying to figure out how to get to Hamsptead Heath!
Negotiating the tube meant that the naive non-city tourist me, inexperienced at enduring the heat eminating from all the bodies, felt queasy. Zombie-esque commuters seemingly hypnotised by the high speed chugging motion of the tube, some even sneaking in a pre-work doze despite the loud screeching echoing off the tunnel walls.. Once, we were lucky enough to get a seat, and were treated to the view of a fellow passengers backside as he stood in front of us hanging from the bar like an experienced monkey.
I tell you these people are skilled, I stood wiping my brow and clinging on for dear life, they stood, newspaper in one hand and coffee in the other whilst somehow maintaining balance. Dozers, readers, starers but no talking and definitely no eye contact, they have somewhere to be and they going to get there!
Before his op we managed to enjoy a tourist day and ventured up into the magnificent Tower Bridge, where standing on the glass floor is both stomach wrenching and exciting at the same time! The views of the River thames lined with architecture galore are well worth it from up there!
Amongst the city stampede, we found peace in the sunshine and sat by the River Thames with an ice-cream in hand and the Tower Bridge as our view. It was a special moment. A quiet few minutes to relax together eating ice-cream as we once did as children. (Deep I know!)
This very moment made me grateful for the slow paced life that I now lead, hats off to those skilled people who run this rat race every day.
A visit is one thing but personally my sanity couldn't take it!
After a surprise weekend away, my husband and I are sat in Wagamamas still feeding our post holiday blues (two days later and we're still struggling to be back in the UK!) Going away is amazing but coming back....It's weird how grey the world seems when you've spent time walking by a turquoise sea, under a blue sky wth the sun warming your skin...see day-dreaming again!
Anyway, for some reason we get talking about people who are high maintenance. In my opinion this means buying endless amounts of clothes and make up. taking hours to get ready and sulking to get your own way!. Is that the right definition? I don't know.
I proudly see myself as the girl next door, (others would say boring) My idea of doing my hair is straightened one day and in a pony tail the next day! My idea of make up is ten minutes spent applying eye liner, mascara and a bit of colouring in of my eyebrows to disguise a scar! (If I didn't, I'd look like I'd deliberately shaved a line in one eyebrow in an attempt to be cool!)
I dont love handbags, when it looks shabby I buy a new one (or when someone points out it's looking shabby!) I don't buy brand names, I buy what I like and if it has a name on the tag, then that's how it is. I've also lost my patience for shopping, my days of mooching around town laiden with bags amongst the crowds only reoccurs when I can muster up the enthusiasm. I honestly have to be in the mood to sift through clothes rails trapping my fingers between the hangers looking for my size, only to find the item on the size 14 hanger is in fact an 8 and wouldn't even fit my thigh! 😆
So there really is a reason behind my website name, I like simple things, I'm low maintenance 😁 Okay so in my early twenties I was a moody git and if I could go back and have a word with myself I'd tell the younger me to smile more and stop worrying! But here we are suitably less moody (my husband will have a different and very predictable response to this) and low maintenance.
I've been with my husband for eighteen years and I reckon he's had it easy for quite a while now, I don't expect him to ask my wifey permission to go out, I don't do drama, I can be ready to go out in a flash and the chance of anyone finding hair products in my bedroom is highly unlikley.
I'm easy to live with (unlike the younger me) I'm cheap to run (if I dare liken myself to a reliable car!) and I'm patient enough to realise the little things are often the big things.
So imagine my expression when we're sat eating (as I said before all my babbling) and I smile proudly declaring to him,
"You're lucky I'm so low maintenance" He can't finish his mouthful of food quick enough and blurts;
"Hun, you're so low maintenance, you're high maintenance! I even have to force you to buy things!"
So there you have it, being low maintenance may in fact be high maintenace so if I didn't know the definition of the saying before, I certainly don't have a clue now! 😐
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