Cornish Holidays

The Cornish coast we went to find, a holiday, to clear our minds. Amidst the coves and rocky bays we spent the summer’s longest days. But lurking somewhere way on high were clouds that darkened Cornish sky. Then torrents fell from heaven above and drenched the coves and bays we love. With drumming sounds like little feet it fell for days on our retreat and rivers ran where once we played while we all huddled there dismayed. Then through a hole in sky like night we thought we saw a glimmering light. The sun I'm sure was still around and trying to force back all our frowns. Then at last the teeming ceased, the earth dried up though slightly creased. Our souls quite dampened by the storm we took outdoors once more to warm. A burning sun and gentle breeze helped us recover from our siege and soon our shouts of joy and glee proclaimed our spirits all soared free. Remember when in Cornish ways the sound of splashing comes two ways, it’s joyful when it’s lapping seas accompanied by the sun and breeze. But when it falls from heaven above it floods your heart and saps your love of Cornwall for the place to stay when stuck there for your holiday! Ivor G Davies