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In which we get away from it all…

August 20, 2010

Shortly after my grandmother died, YB took me away for a belated birthday trip to Cornwall. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect and as we walked around the coast, ate fish and drank white wine looking over the harbour, I was able to relax a little. We stayed in the most beautiful bed and breakfast that YB chose, with Egyptian cotton sheets, a roll top Victorian bath, views across the harbour and freshly baked warm chocolate brownies in our room each afternoon. It was perfection. 

I love that pic of YB wobbling about on those rocks with a dark, gathering sky behind him – he was actually attemting to go rockpooling, (without a net) which I think is kind of sweet. He did actually manage to catch a couple of tiny little fish. Bless.

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