Holywell Bay on a Winter’s Day

All I have to show for the last week are these photos of a very wintry Holywell Bay.

Seriously, the last week or two have not only been insanely busy (hence the lack of blog posts) but also horribly rainy, windy, and generally grim.

In fact I like to call these days ‘grizzly’; grey and/or grim, and drizzly.

It’s pretty hard to be enthusiastic about Cornwall during this time; I’ve struggled to entertain myself over the last couple of weekends and have mostly spent any ‘time off’ cleaning, working or pestering family members by hanging around without purpose.

I know, I’m a hypocrite – I even wrote a whole post about things to do in Cornwall in Winter, but I’ve almost exhausted this list myself and in all honestly there’s a limit to the amount of hot chocolates a girl can drink.

The problem is, I think, that the novelty of Winter and cosiness and friggin’ ‘hygge life’ has well and truly worn off now. I’m done with it. Let’s bring on Spring now, ‘kay?

We’ll get there, but for now I’m just grasping at any day that isn’t wet and blustery and trying to make the most of empty beaches and quiet towns.

Speaking of, I thought Holywell Bay would be a good choice for the weekend avec le dogue. N had never been before, and I hadn’t visited this beach personally in about 9 years. It brought back so many great memories!

We used to come here a lot as children. We’d body board out in the waves and climb up the dunes ready to sled back down using my mum’s old snow sleds. Or we’d spend hours playing in the stream that runs along the edge of the beach and into the sea like a moat, building dams and making dens in the caves on the other side.

One of my favourite memories, however, was visiting a friend’s house in Holywell during Summer. She lived right by the start of the stream and I remember getting in a couple of inflatable rubber rings and floating down the stream right to the beach, just like a lazy river! It was hilarious, as we kept getting stuck, but much fun and I’d totally forgotten about it until we visited again this weekend.

It’s always amazing for me to revisit these places that I haven’t been to for a long time. Between around age 12 and 16 I hated being outside and refused to go out for most of those Summers (I would much prefer to stay inside on my computer!), and then at 16 I moved up to Bristol for a few years, so there’s plenty of spots around Cornwall that I haven’t been to in years and would love to revisit.

Where do you want to revisit from your childhood?

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