Almost to the lighthouse

It’s been a busy weekend, and Monday as well, since I haven’t posted anything since Friday. Not to say I haven’t been writing though. Far from it, I’m onto my second fan fiction story, inspired by finally being able to watch a few episodes of CSI whilst home last weekend. And it is thoroughly addictive putting a story up online, and having people send you reviews for it. It’s good writing practice (no, really) I write in chapters, and leave a cliff hanger at the end of each. Very satisfying. I have also written some other pieces as well, and edited a piece for bloc online, which is at last live, it looks good. I have some pieces on there, so can say that I am now officially published. It’s a good feeling.

What else… good places to go in Falmouth and around. Friday was going to be our swimming day, before the sea gets too cold. But then we thought, hey, we’re tough, we’ll swim even in March when the sea is freezing! Carlo and I, well mostly Carlo, decided that swimming at Gylly was too tame and Petreath would be better. We made good use of my car and drove to the sea through Redruth and Camborne, places I’ve never been before, and arrived to find the sea a furious white, lashing against the shore. Undaunted, we went to fortify ourselves with an ice cream before braving the waves. More ice cream. As well as the horrifying amount I ate last weekend, I’d also had a small tub on Thursday from the Tremough shop - why does it sell such bad things?

We ate our Feasts in the car, and savoured them. I haven’t had a Feast for years, it was almost as good as I remembered. Then at Carlo’s suggestion, not that I’m easily led, we went to another cove further along the coast, in sight of Godreavy lighthouse (Virginia Woolf’s ‘To The Lighthouse’) if there hadn’t been a thick mist creeping up. It was an amazingly treacherous walk down to the cove. I had worn the most unsuitable shoes, and all I could think about when scrambling down the most slippery patches of rock was ‘my mum will kill me if I fall and drown.’ I didn’t fall and drown though, or crash onto the rocks beneath. Very, very sharp and black rocks. So that was okay.

Unfortunately the tide was in, so we never quite made it into the sea. But we sat and watched it pounding the grey sand for a good while. And we sat and talked. A good talk. We made our plans to come back when the weather is warmer. Gylly beach next Friday, into the waves.