Visitors

Sleep at last, I actually, for the first time in over three weeks, slept almost a full night last night. And even managed an hour or so this afternoon. I still look and feel slightly haggard and dazed though. I think it was having such a busy weekend. A great weekend though. My first visitors to Falmouth, my Auntie and my cousins. I felt like a railway child waiting at The Dell to meet them off the train on Saturday evening, I stopped short at running down the platform though, and in truth, there was no cloud of steam, nor was it my dad on the train returning after a stretch in prison… so okay, nothing like the railway children.

It was fun to meet people off the train though. And I was very noble, carrying bags and guiding them the least hilly way to their guesthouse. They come from Cheshire, which is flat, so the hills were a bit of a shock. I reassured them that their calf muscles would be spectacular after just a few days up and down the hills.

I saw them off at the station this morning, and muscles were definitely more defined. As were mine. We spent Sunday wandering round Falmouth, and indulging totally in a chocolate and banana pasty, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend the calories that must have contained, so worth it though. I’ve not tasted anything so chocolatey for ages, not since adventures with a chocolate fountain at my friend’s summer barbecue.

To work it off, we took the boat over to St Mawes and explored the streets. I can’t believe I’ve never made it over there before now. It was lovely, and the perfect Spring day, cold and bright. We had a great time on the beach, collecting stones, scrambling over rocks, and pretending with my eight year old cousin that we were spies trying to prevent an invasion. It’s amazing what a small piece of driftwood can become in imaginative hands.

Yesterday we went to Truro, I threw them out into the city centre while I went to the record office with the course, then we went to Mousehole, indulged in ice cream, far too much ice cream. But again, a burst of exercise sorted that out: we ran races along the beach at Marazion, splashed in the sea, and nearly sunk into a pit of seaweed. So much adventure. The sun set as we were there, one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. I felt sort of responsible for the weather, vanity, but having visitors is a responsible thing. I think they saw everything at its best. And they were pleased to see me. That was the best thing.