Spring has come to Cornwall. Well almost. The air is milder, the birds are tweeting and the nights are getting lighter. As much as I love the magic and festivity that surrounds our winter season I am so glad it’s almost spring! For one I adore endless blue skies and the kind of sunshine that warms your back. So when such a bright, crisp day dawned on Sunday, Matt and I donned our wellies, grabbed our motorcycle helmets and headed down to the Helford.
Our meanderings through Tremayne Woods led us along the water front to a fallen oak. It’s two thickest branches were almost parallel and around a metre off the ground – the perfect seat and footrest with a view! Perched on top we talked whilst watching the oyster catchers glide over the water and the sun begin it’s journey behind the hill. It is afternoons like Sunday’s that make me adore the Helford. Not only is it a place of uncapturable beauty – whether by words or camera – but I truly believe there is something magically serendipitous to it.
Still before the sun finally sank – evidently not finished playing with his knife – Matt slipped off the branch and got to work on the fallen tree. On the higher branch where we’d been sat he carved out a heart with our initials inside. Although I’m generally not one sentimental clichés I can’t deny that I wasn’t rather charmed.