On A Bright October Morning
A graceful sailboat drifts by as the gulls wheel lazily above, and the SconeLady has no worries. Who could possibly worry on a day like this? It is nothing less than captivating.
What better place to pen the chapters I have been longing to complete? I am not unaware of the blessing it is to face such a task, and pray that I may be worthy of it.
Today, as always, the Brits and their dogs are out in force, climbing the cliffs while eating ice creams. By the by, the ice creams are marvelous here. Cornish creams of all sorts hover in little cafes, waiting to be consumed by us all. The combination of sea, salt air, boats, gulls, and ice cream has everybody mesmerized. Whatever Disneyland might say it is, just now this is truly the happiest place on earth.
Since it is a Saturday, and since the weather is sensational, the place is crowded. People from far and near have left their monotony behind them and arrived here in their droves. Not that I mind. I don't in the least blame them. It's just a wee bit cramped in spots, that's all. But these crowded days are numbered, of that I am certain. On Sunday afternoon we locals will see the disappearance of the hordes, and have it all to ourselves once more.
See you along the way!