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Our Little Pearl

As soon as we knew we were going to be moving down to Cornwall, we knew we were finally going to get a cat. We're both lifelong cat people, however for the past six years in Bath our landlords haven't allowed pets. Now that we're in Cornwall renting from family we're finally able to bring a fur baby into our lives. We also have a car now, which we decided years ago was necessary before taking on the responsibility of a pet.

Port Isaac

The odds were against us enjoying our day in Port Isaac. Health wise, it was the worst day I had over our trip, and it rained constantly. Thankfully, neither of these things drastically hampered our experience. My family were very patient with me, always willing to take breaks or walk at my speed, and although the rain refused to ease off there were plenty of shops and distractions to keep us occupied for the afternoon. Despite the weather, we were still drawn to the beach, where we competed to see who could collect the most sea glass.

St Nectans Glen: I Do Believe In Fairies

When I was a child I believed quite fervently in fairies and magic. Part of my strong belief was likely due to growing up in the countryside. Whenever I found anything in the garden or on walks that I didn't recognise or understand, I was certain fairies were the answer. Acorn caps were fairy bowls, skeleton leaves were the fabric fairies made their clothes from, and morning dew was the result of fairies watering the garden overnight. I even left them letters on my window sill, which my mum would write replies to in minuscule lettering on tiny scraps of paper. She'd even left little illustrations, and fairy gifts on birthday mornings so I always knew the fairies were thinking of me too.

I can't pinpoint the moment when I lost my childlike belief. My mum eventually confessed to being the author of my fairy letters, however this didn't extinguish my belief in them altogether; I simply began to consider them more shy and secretive than I once had. With age I of course became more skeptical and gave less thought to the matter. I've always wanted to believe, but sometimes as an adult it's difficult to maintain faith in such things.

Boscastle: Holiday Close to Home

Considering I've spent a total of a quarter of my life living in Cornwall, sometimes I feel like I've seen very little of it. The Lizard is my stomping ground, but even so I tend to spend the majority of my time in the same few villages/towns and exploring the same beaches. Aside from our nearest shopping town (Helston) I'll visit St Ives fairly often, along with Falmouth, Gwithian, Marazion, and Sennen. Outside of that bubble I've given some places a flying visit when I was younger, either on days out with friends or on school trips, however I haven't explored many places to the extent I would like to. As a result, I was very enthusiastic when my mum suggested an impromptu family trip to Boscastle.

My family run a number of on site holiday lets, and whilst Grant and I are lodging with them over the summer we're lending a hand with upkeep. As a result, Saturday mornings and early afternoons are typically a write off as that's when our changeovers take place. With this in mind, we planned our trip from a Sunday evening (after my sister had finished work), through to Thursday, meaning we'd have Friday to start preparing for Saturday's workload. Sunday evening we piled into two cars and made the journey from the Lizard to Boscastle.

Sand Dunes

On Sunday we spent the afternoon at Gwithian (which is quickly becoming our most frequented beach). Come early evening the light turned soft and dreamy, however beach was still far too busy to steal a quick photoshoot in peace, so Grant and I decided to explore the sand dunes and find a quiet spot where we could put the light to good use. Taking photos together has been a favourite pastime of ours since the earliest years of our relationship; during our GCSEs we both got DSLRs and took an interest in photography, so we'd go on long walks through the countryside with our cameras and see what photos we could get of the landscape and one another. 

More recently this manifested in our joint work on my old personal style/lifestyle blog, Briar Rose. When I first launched it we would create quirky photo stories based around the outfits I'd put together. At college my personal style was best described as Alice in Wonderland meets Florence Welch, with varying degrees of success. In hindsight there were many outfits that missed the mark, however that was never what it was about. It was an expression of creativity, and that was evident in my early blog photos. I would create outfits inspired by Charles Perrault's fairytales, ballerinas, and -of course- Disney characters. This was before the popularity of 'street style' outfit photos became widespread. I didn't shoot my outfits out in the 'real world' like I did in my later years of style blogging once that had become the standard; I'd have a concept, and I'd create a 'set' in my garden using props, flowers and food. I wanted to share my outfits, but I also wanted to create fantastical images.

Fruit Picking at Trevaskis Farm

I've alway considered myself more of a autumn/winter person than a summer person, however with that said I must admit that my all time favourite seasonal activity is strawberry picking. When we lived in Bath we opted not to have a car, figuring all the entertainment we needed was a short walk from our front door. In reality our world actually became very small, and despite the fact that we now live in a tiny fishing village as opposed to a city, life feels so much more varied. A fine example of this was the past Sunday, when we jumped in the car after breakfast and drove to Trevaskis Farm, followed by a late lunch at Sunset Surf cafe in Gwithian and a walk along the beach. If you asked me to sit down and describe my perfect Sunday, it would essentially look like this (the fact that we had homemade waffles for breakfast and there were also a bunch of cute animals to fawn over reaffirms this statement).

Trelissick Garden


Last weekend Grant and I did something that I think validates us a real adults; we both got National Trust memberships. One of my primary objectives with our move to Cornwall was to live a fuller life, exploring our local area without spending too much money. Back in Bath we found our free time became a little stagnant, especially since we didn't have a car. It was a small (albeit gorgeous) city, and we found that aside from parks and markets it was hard to find new ways to spend our weekends without parting with more money than was reasonable or just trying new places to eat. We wanted new greenspaces to explore, diverse areas to discover, whilst keeping to a modest budget.