Well it’s about time I got round to sorting out my Cornwall posts; it’s not like it’s been over a month since we went. And I know it’s just the other end of the M5 and along the A30 (makes it sound so close, but it’s one long slog of a drive); but it seems like an eternity ago. Cornwall for all of the British weather’s faults, is one of my happy places. It is full of memories of childhood sea-side holidays, teenage discoveries and a significant portion of my 20s revolving around Newquay, Beetles, music and the annual pilgrimage to Trevelgue for Run to the Sun. Oh those were the days; cruising in a soft top 1963 Bug in the day and staggering out of the Central and Sailor Arms on to a beach party in the evening! The memories of the mis-spent days of my youth will always remain. And although I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the pace any more, a part of me smiles inside knowing that while it lasted, it was epic!