As the winter turns to Spring

Its finally here, May day has been and gone. The girls danced the traditional dance through our small streets, they smiled and skipped for miles and miles. The music played and we were transported back to another time. The rain poured but after the celebrations the sun shone, we sat on the harbour wall and the children found their friends. In a small town its that easy to do.

The bluebells have shown them selves and the roadsides are alive with colour and flowers. Cow slips, wild garlic and primroses. We found a magical garden over looking a river. It was stunning, a robin followed us around hopping and looking, hoping for a crumb. We found a bee resting, drunk with pollen.

We have had beach parties and beach BBqs, we have been cold but done it all the same. The girls have played beach cricket and danced in the waves. The surf has been good and they have enjoyed the see, even the little one, at last!

I love this time of year although it could be warmer, we make the most of what we have. At the weekend we rode our bikes through the bluebell woods. I couldn’t have felt happier at that point, it was so peaceful and stunning and the flower girls so happy. We ate our lunch and chatted about this and that just enjoying the space. The tall trees sheltering us from the odd spots of rain.

Looking forward to the Cornish summer but at the same time loving the feeling of newness everywhere and the still empty beaches. Its that special time of waking up before the summer in our little town that’s still slightly sleepy.

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