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A few days ago I turned 26 and Z drove us to Cornwall to spend the weekend in a rented house with a lively bunch of people from Ooop Norff and a dog. The house we stayed in was as beautiful - a multi-storey detached building built on the very cliff face, with a long balcony looking out onto the harbour.

Port Isaac felt almost like an isolated pocket of time, with its narrow streets and weird location beyond the reaches of any mobile phone network. It was all very restful, and people threw me a lovely birthday party with candles and everyone laughed and I tunelessly but gaily sang the refrains of folk songs that the more musically adept played on the guitars. It was lovely, and relaxing, and it felt like the day stretched into forever.

The sea was freezing cold, and generally a bit rubbish but the ice cream was excellent and there were many splendid features of the Port Isaac experience. We were:

1. Entertained by the car parking on the beach that comes with tide timetables and warning signs.

2. Enticed and titillated by the Porno Mermaid.

3. Impressed by the lovely views.

4. Outraged by the prices of meals, and coffees and miscellaneous tourist tat.

5. Frightened by the teeny tiny teeny uphill streets through which cars could be guided with the ease of camels transiting eyes of needles.

And now I'm back in London, quietly expiring on my day off while the neighbours upstairs seem to be having sex while power drilling.


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Jul. 25th, 2006 03:13 pm (UTC)
Damn it, I love Cornwall. I think they may have spoiled the view with the beach carpark there a little though. Sex with a drill, no, don't go there.
Jul. 27th, 2006 01:49 pm (UTC)
I think they may have spoiled the view with the beach carpark there a little though

I think so too. Although on the plus side they afforded us at least an hour of entertainment during which we wondered about who would reach the car first - the owners or the tide.

Sex with a drill, no, don't go there

It's still early days but I sort of think i might prefer that to the antics of the next-door neighbour who has taken to shrieking "Noooo, let me go, let me out" a la Mrs. Rochester.
Jul. 25th, 2006 03:52 pm (UTC)
*has Rebecca moment*
Jul. 27th, 2006 01:50 pm (UTC)
Funnily enough while I was there I kept thinking of The Shipping News even though it's set in the completely different part of the world. But the way the houses were, and those cliffs, and all the Cornish wreckers of times past...
Jul. 25th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC)
Great pics.
Jul. 27th, 2006 01:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)

I'm only sorry I did not find some way of taking the Porno Mermaid back home with me (by which I mean some way that didn't involve paying its inflated price).
Jul. 25th, 2006 07:34 pm (UTC)

*puts cornwall on places to go visit*
Jul. 27th, 2006 01:46 pm (UTC)
Cornwall is excellent, especially if you're not crazy about this whole heat thing, as it was at least 5 degrees cooler than London.

It was ever so pretty, just a bit on the pricey side. I think it's the perfect place to visit if you just want a few days' break - as it's very restful and there's not a great deal of stuff to see except pretty coastline and birds and litle towns.
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