Dear Molly,
There’s something here. I don’t know what it is but I feel it deep down inside me. We first visited in 2017. It was the holiday that shaped so much of me, and of us.
We drove here today. 6 hours of motorway driving. It felt like a pilgrimage. Our journey through life. As we grow together, the threads that weave our story grow clearer to me. What I learnt recently, is that, today, we also followed a ley line to get here. An ancient pathway from here to home. Over 300 miles. From here, to where we live.
Cornwall is steeped in myths, legends and folklore and whether you are enchanted by the stories, or nonchalant, the air, the landscape, the warmth, the feeling here is real. It is for me.
Tonight we stumbled across Polkerris Beach. The most beautiful hidden gem of a beach with a soft sandy shore and rich green forested cliffs and headlands.
Cornwall keeps surprising me in the most beautiful of ways. Polkerris is in Daphne Du Maurier country, and she is one of my absolute favourite writers. It feels appropriate that we should roll up there, unexpectedly, on our first night here. ‘Rebecca’ links me to my own mother, whose copy I read and re-read as a teenager and adult. I will forever be enchanted by the opening line, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” Then I read ‘Jamaica Inn’ whilst visiting the north coast with you in 2017. You read ‘The Railway Rabbits.’ You were six years old and the sweetest girl.
You are happy here now. I feel that too. You have a peace about you, a smile, and you find joy in everything you see. I made the right choice bringing you back. I feel that inside. I want Cornwall to shape your story too. Your now and your future.
Let’s have adventures whilst we’re here. Let’s find all the secrets in the steep windy streets, leading to colourful stone cottages, by fishing harbours and secluded beaches. Where the steep, green rolling hills meet the sky and the sea beyond. Where mists roll in and shroud the hills before the warmth of the sun glides through once more. Let’s leave with happy hearts and with footprints of Cornwall deep down inside us.
I love you sweetheart xxx
“Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.” ~ Daphne Du Maurier, Jamaica Inn.
