Things from Cornwall I will miss

Road Trips,

The Beach,

Fireworks in St.Agnes,

Night times adventures on the bypass,

Cider at Lunchtime,

Watching the sun come up on the Beach,

squeaking

Today I have been doing a lot of squeaking.
A tardy deadline had me squeaking in disarray and panic. A beautifully blue and hot day had me squeaking in pure delight. Walking to the shops for Kopperberg pear cider had me squeaking in already quite tipsy tones, and tending burnt raw arms and a bruised nose had me softly squeaking and sharpely exhaling in pain. For today, I got my nose pierced.

In a bid to begin a life brimming with stories of impetuosity and spontaneity, on a whim that had been brewing for a while I strolled right into the Electric Chair in Falmouth and asked when the next availability for a piercing was. I tend to get really nice people whenever I've had a piercing done and this was no exception. My gun man cheerfully informed me he could puncture my nostril before a tattoo appointment. Fantastic. Puncture away.

My next impetuous plans are to complete a ski season off my own back, pass by driving test and buy a classic car (no tax-yessss), freelance myself rich, and finally, create a contented farmers-wife's-life for myself in southernmost France. Yum.

Must remember to put one of my sea-creature themed plasters on before bedtime, been waiting for an excuse...