Aged six and 4 months the first tooth has come out. Of course the fairy came, she has her own door, she left a shiny coin and a note and her door is funky! The little Fleur was over joyed, she wasn’t sure if she would have to share her fairy and her sisters fairy door, but that wasn’t the case. The coin wasn’t saved to be sacred forever, but put in a jam jar to save for a transformer!
The winter has been harsh, we have had rain and gales, high seas and crashing waves. The wind has whistled through our home and spooked our cats. One night we ventured into a quaint harbourside town, so much smaller than ours, seeped in even more legend and history. The wind was so strong it nearly blew us away and made the little one cry. We holed up in the only pub, the fire was lit and the fishermen were on dry land, drinking the bar dry. I felt safe and warm and knew this is what the wild Cornish winters were all about, finding your sanctuary and safe haven.
We had friends come to stay and we took them to another town, a town filled with art and wonderful views, but alas the storms took hold again and we could only jump out of the car and run for the save haven of a coffee shop this time. The sea raged and looked angry, and again the little one cried. I worry about her childhood memories of our life here on the remote shores.
The following day the sun did shine, though the wind was bitter, even sunny corner was struck, but we walked round to another beach in our little town and found a sheltered spot, the children played with waves, and got soaked, we painted rocks and built the first sandcastles of the year. The sea looked less fearful and we found two dead sharks on the shore, which saddened us but intrigued us all the same.
I took our friends to my favorite beach which I only discovered last year, yet so close to home, I dream of living there one day, even if only for a summer, I wanted to share it with them. The waves crashed in and we had to walk further up the beach to find sand, it was an adventure. The children ran with crazy dogs and laughed and played. We drank tea from a flask and fed the littles ones cake to keep them going. On arrival home, windswept and wet with frizzy hair we felt alive and felt we had survived. So be the Cornish Winter.
It was one of those days, the sun shone and you drift down to the Harbour side, I even packed a picnic! We settled down with our sandwiches and salads only to see our friends up the beach, then more. Friends left kids with us to stay and play, some went off shopping with calls of will you still be here when we get back? It was one of those lovely Cornish days when you realise you know so many people, we all go to the same places and we all meet up with no plans too. It was one of those days where the beach calls abd we all gather. I cant tell you how stunning our little town looked today, how pretty the sea and how happy the children were. We went home with leggings rolled up to the knees soaking wet and sand caked to our feet. It feels good to be back, it wont be long before this is commonplace. I cant wait!
The rest of our day was filled with Tennis and Art. We go to one of the few places where the courts overlook the sea, its so special. The Art was a community project where we are designing tiles to tile our Harbour front. I hope we will have a little piece of history in our town forever.
So many little events happen here and I try to involve the children as much as possible. Unfortunately some happen during school time now, so those days are gone, following the Cornish Music through the town while children dance. I hate the fact that they miss this, its so important, but they do. But things that happen at weekends we embrace and get involved. I want them to grow up here loving the town as we do and feeling a part of it.