I am taking one last break before I undergo major surgery on the 16th September 2015. Usually I take at least four countryside breaks per year, but this time I have only taken the one thus far, and that was a splendid four days in Snowdonia in early April just after I was diagnosed with Colon Cancer. I wasn’t going to mention my unfortunate predicament, but I found it relevant to this journal as to why I keep on struggling through my morning and evening walks that had to be shortened from my usual umpteen mile treks.
September usually means a week on the North Cornish Coast, but I decided to visit the south for a change. And the quaint village of Kuggar, ten miles south of Falmouth, seemed the perfect spot. The big difference with this selection of mine was that our port of call happened to be situated right on the coast with a morning view of the English Channel. The only problem with this, as far as I was concerned, was that I would have done my walking in a kind of opposite direction. I much prefer to be about two miles from the sea, therefore giving me a nice couple of miles of countryside air before I become rewarded with the sight of the beautifully detailed rock formation and a glorious ocean. You would think that waking up in the morning and opening the curtains to find a spectacular sunrise peering over the English Channel would be the ultimate prize each morning. That would be all very nice of you actually lived there permanently. But I am an avid walker, and the countryside would be what I would have preferred to wake up to each morning. I love the ocean very much, but I like it in irregular instalments. An occasional gift let’s say. But I was the one who picked this holiday site, so I will have to do with what had I ordered.
Google informed me that the journey of 244 miles would take at least four and a half hours. But once we (Pam’s coming too) arrived at our destination of ‘Sea Acres Holiday Park at Kennack Sands, directly on the Lizard Peninsula, the dashboard informed me that we had completed 274.5 miles, and that the journey had taken five and a half hours - despite the car cruising at a consistent 70mph along the M5, A30 and the A39 collect. I did take a few wrong turns here and there, but 30 miles of them, I don’t think so.