kernow, day 1
Dec. 14th, 2008 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperKernow log, day 1 (in which I am cut off from rest of UK and getting sleep and waaaay too much fresh air than can be good for me)
Firefox keeps crashing. Most odd.
Got up, grabbed necessities from Tescos, did the 'utterly boring re-stock' at Superdrug - toothpaste, vitamins, moisturiser, soap, etc, and then set off on walk around headland.
Pretty. Really pretty, in that wild scrubland untamed way Cornwall just is. Seriously. I live in Berkshire, on the border of Oxfordshire. The entirety of that area looks that way due to over a thousand years of human cultivation (Berkshire is fertile soil country - humans took one look at it and went 'do you have a flag?' to the animals). Not one inch of it hasn't been shaped by human hand, which goes for most of England. Cornwall, on the other hand, you always get the impression that the houses and towns are only just clinging on due to the rockiness and windswept and scrubby nature of it, and look just as surly. Buildings in cornwall, at least on the coast, always look like ugly square blocks of granite and concrete, even if they are painted nice colours. You make your choice between 'weatherproof' and 'nicely shaped'. Nicely shaped tends to lose. and then get destroyed rather quickly.
Kept going past Swanpool til i got stopped by mud. possibly one of the few times I've been round it in the autmun/winter when it *wasn't* pissing it down for part of the route. Went back, attacked hot chocolate and brownie in Gylly beach cafe, than got savaged by mediterranean veg and halloumi and pesto-toasted foccaccia thing that was allegedly a sandwich. :burp: And then dived into Animal and amused the staff by grabbing one more t-shirt and one more hoodie and one more skirt on the way to the changing room to try on a hoodie. came home with a bag and a hoodie. This year's hoodies believe in decent-sized hoods that actually come further than your hairline! Hurrah! discovered that never, ever shall i wear that version of beige/gray that is variously called pebble or stone. Or pastel-ised turquoise. Not unless I want to look like death warmed over.
Firefox keeps crashing. Most odd.
Got up, grabbed necessities from Tescos, did the 'utterly boring re-stock' at Superdrug - toothpaste, vitamins, moisturiser, soap, etc, and then set off on walk around headland.
Pretty. Really pretty, in that wild scrubland untamed way Cornwall just is. Seriously. I live in Berkshire, on the border of Oxfordshire. The entirety of that area looks that way due to over a thousand years of human cultivation (Berkshire is fertile soil country - humans took one look at it and went 'do you have a flag?' to the animals). Not one inch of it hasn't been shaped by human hand, which goes for most of England. Cornwall, on the other hand, you always get the impression that the houses and towns are only just clinging on due to the rockiness and windswept and scrubby nature of it, and look just as surly. Buildings in cornwall, at least on the coast, always look like ugly square blocks of granite and concrete, even if they are painted nice colours. You make your choice between 'weatherproof' and 'nicely shaped'. Nicely shaped tends to lose. and then get destroyed rather quickly.
Kept going past Swanpool til i got stopped by mud. possibly one of the few times I've been round it in the autmun/winter when it *wasn't* pissing it down for part of the route. Went back, attacked hot chocolate and brownie in Gylly beach cafe, than got savaged by mediterranean veg and halloumi and pesto-toasted foccaccia thing that was allegedly a sandwich. :burp: And then dived into Animal and amused the staff by grabbing one more t-shirt and one more hoodie and one more skirt on the way to the changing room to try on a hoodie. came home with a bag and a hoodie. This year's hoodies believe in decent-sized hoods that actually come further than your hairline! Hurrah! discovered that never, ever shall i wear that version of beige/gray that is variously called pebble or stone. Or pastel-ised turquoise. Not unless I want to look like death warmed over.
