Hopes for a
Peaceful Year
The last seconds of 2014 ticked away and
we raised a glass to the finale of what hadn't been a particularly good
year. Not awful; just pitted with episodes of sadness and regret at dithering
over decisions that have to be resolved. Midnight approached with Queen
rocking into the New Year with a spectacular firework display emblazoning
the London Eye and the City to the chimes of Big Ben.
In the village, sometime after midnight,
fireworks detonated from the beach, exploding from the harbour and the
headland behind the pub. We went into the garden to capture the defining
moment as the old year slips into the new with an invisible demarcation
of an end and a beginning. Why was the firework display late? Who knows?
Damp matches? A pint of Doombar to finish? That innate, Cornish state
of mind, known as 'd'reckly'? It didn't matter; once it began the fireworks
exploded with shocking pink and turquoise brilliance igniting the sky,
dazzlingly, against the darkness of the sea and flashes of light etched
the outline of cottages around the curve of the bay.
Twelfth night brought a sense of relief of
returning to 'normality', after munching through the tunnel of the artery-clogging
food mountain. The next step back to 'normal' was to check my computer's
'in-box', which displayed all the usual rubbish posts tumbling into the
screen tempting me to buy stuff I didn't want, most of which were consigning
to 'trash'. I was about to highlight, hit delete, when one caught my
attention, the subject read, 'Sunday Times enquiry'. The post was from
the Deputy Editor of the Home Supplement, asking if I knew of anyone
who had recently relocated to Cornwall. The paper run a regular feature
under the heading, 'Why we moved to.........", with Cornwall filling
in the dots this coming week. Her enquiry came to me as she had Googled
the phrase, Living in Cornwall, and found my website. Aren't I always
telling folk the importance of choosing a sensible URL? The more obvious
the better!
I gave her the name of a delightful couple
who are Cornish born and bred; they moved away and after many years of
trying to find a way to come 'home', relocated last year and have an
interesting story to tell. This made me think about why we moved to Cornwall.
John and I moved down separately and met though a mutual friend. We both
had our reasons, most of which have become hazy and woven into the fabric
of our life, however, being the start of a new year, I hope I can be
excused for being reflective and wonder what track life would have taken
had we not have made a decision, which at that time, was a brave move.
We certainly wouldn't have been liberated from the expectations of living
out one's days in suburban London.
Moving to Cornwall has allowed us to live
our lives doing it our way; these days, we continue to enjoy what we
do best but without the pressure of running a full time business; utilising
the skills on which our business was founded. John works on calligraphy
commissions which are challenging by their diversity; in one week he
undertook a Trinity House commemorative bookplate signed by Princess
Anne and a tattoo design in Latin; although wedding invitations and family
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None of us know what is lurking in these uncertain times, so above all
else I wish all my 'readers', peace and good health.
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