S E P T E M B E R U P D A T E
For about 35 days this summer I lived out of a suitcase. It seemed everything I had planned with work, friends and family fell into the space of 5 consecutive weeks. Only occasionally stopping in Cornwall to repack, I travelled between Bath, Birmingham, Kent, London, Ireland and Exeter; all the while visiting friends and family, and photographing weddings with Sarah.
It’s safe to say these weeks without much recharge-space, tested my introverted abilities to function. Plus the lack of reliable wifi meant I fell off the internet for a while – which in all honesty was a rather welcome forced break. But now I’m back. After a week at home, sorting out my inbox, spring cleaning my life and generally figuring out which way is up, I’m now back and ready to resume internet-based activities. So hey old friends!
Genuinely though, on this topic (of me returning to the internet and finding my feet again) if there’s any content you’d like to see, any questions you have or posts you particularly think I should create, please do let me know. Whilst I’ve got a few ideas, I’m always all ears as to what people who actually read my blog and graciously follow me, would like to see.
At the end of this first week, spent entirely at home in Cornwall, it just so happened to be our first wedding anniversary. We’d talked about going away, but after a busy season for both of us (me just having unpacked my suitcase and Matt needing to pack one up a few days later) we decided to postpone a mini-break for a couple of weeks and wait until life was a little less hectic.
Instead on the Sunday, we headed over to the Roseland, for a rambly coastal walk to Porthcurnick Beach and lunch at The Hidden Hut. Despite being sunny (the weather almost as unseasonally good as last year) the beach wasn’t too busy. Still Matt and I being Lizard locals and accustomed to having beaches to ourselves (we’re not too good at sharing sand) we headed over to a quieter headland. And there we basked in the sun, remarking upon how quickly the past year had gone, till our food babies had dissipated and we thought we could manage another meal.
We picked up pizza on the way home (because Truro now has a Waitrose now) and spent the evening watching Far From the Madding Crowd and exchanging gifts. Since traditionally the first anniversary is paper, I wrote out our wedding vows and placed them in a glass frame along with some leftover dried flowers and confetti from the wedding. Naturally once unwrapped, we ended up reading these out to each other – which we thought might make a pretty sweet tradition in itself. Meanwhile Matt got me a big brown leather-bound book and wrote in the front, HOW it was meant for documenting our years together; starting when we met – giving each year a page or two – and carrying on into the future. I have to say, I’m not sure who out-corny-ed who. I’ll have to up my game for next year.