I feel so lucky to live where I do. I could not imagine living anywhere else now, tho this was not always the case. When I was a teenager I did moan 'nothing happens here'. It is a wonderful place to bring up children. We had many happy hours on the beach eating sandy sandwiches, the children assuring me through chattering teeth that they were not cold, and did not need to get out of the sea.
I have my own happy childhood memories of aunties, uncles and umpteen cousins all packing up and heading down to Gwithian for the weekend where we had Chalets. Walking everywhere barefoot, ignoring the warnings about adders. Clambering up and down the cliffs like goats, dune surfing, looking for glow worms and clinging to my dads back as he swam through the sheeps pool.
Now we are making happy memories with our grandchildren when they visit Cornwall. The recently re-opened Halbullock Moor, owned by the Cornwall Wildlife Trust, with its raised walkway is the perfect place for Trolls to hide. We went trip trap over the bridges like the Billy Goats Gruff, sticks in hand, ready to scare them off. A big adventure for little ones, and not so little ones.