We have spent the last week in peaceful almost isolation in this wonderfully quaint cottage. We’ve walked out of the door, through the gate and right onto the beach. We’ve seen cows, swans, horses, birds, dogs and jet planes. Couldn’t work the tides out, some days there was no sea, some days it was lapping at the pebbly shore. Every day it was different and every day we had an adventure.
The cottage was a little old fashioned, but like the song, that’s alright. We have been very comfortable, both inside and outside on the wonderful decking. We’ve slept well, the bed and the pillows comfortable, the bedding crisp and clean. The hot water bottles welcome, some nights we lit the log fire as it got chilly.
We shopped at Booths and ate like Kings all week. We’ve seen magnificent sunrises and fiery sunsets.
I can’t wait to return. I’m writing this on my last morning and I’m already sad to be leaving. The sun is warm, the birds are singing. Maskel Beach, it’s been a pleasure.