Holiday Memories: Cornwall
My second to last guest post is from Elizabeth. Elizabeth is mummy to two children – a boy aged 7 and girl aged 4. She started blogging back in January this year and enjoys sharing tales of motherhood, as well as trying her hand at poetry and short stories.
I’m so pleased to have this opportunity to guest post for Jess. I love her blog and whilst you should never judge a book by it’s cover, it was the beautiful title ‘Catch A Single Thought’ that drew me to it in the first place, and I’m delighted it did.
As Jess will be off to warmer and sunnier climbs, she’s asked us to write about favourite holiday memories.
For the last 9 years, every summer we have travelled down to the same place in the far west of Cornwall – it has almost become an annual pilgrimage! We stay in the same village of Marazion, near Penzance.
So what is it about being there that pulls us back each year?
To me there’s an air of magic and of mystery in West Penwith, this is inescapable. Home to so many ancient village ruins, and stone circles, reminiscent of a time thousands of years ago when man and earth were so much more deeply and closely connected. It’s possible to close your eyes and breathe in such calmness and tranquility, to feel the earth support you and reinvigorate you.
We have been going to Marazion since my husband and I were young(er) and had just starting ‘courting’. Then it was us and the bump, then the baby, the toddler, the toddler and bump, the little boy and baby girl, and so on…
With so many holidays, and so many ‘seasons of child’, favourite memories could simply go on and on.
But here I am going to indulge in a pre-children memory…of our first trip, in the heady, romantic days of courtship.
Marazion sits on one side, and at the bottom of the hills that surround, Mounts Bay, so called because of the beautiful St Michael’s Mount: