Ahhhhhh...

and after an uneventful overnight drive from Scotland, I get to see a glorious sunrise in Mousehole, where my family lived for many years, and one of the prettiest villages you can imagine.

Surprised the Penzance parentals later, it’s been 18 months since we saw each other, and I didn’t tell anyone I’d hoped to do a legit escape. Took me forever last week to find even vaguely suitable accommodation to rent, but a cottage I have sourced.

Laters.