Magic, Mystery and Neolithic Scenery! 

The full moon is upon the wonder lands that I now call home.  Here the Atlantic pounding swells are ridden in joy, across hidden silvery sandy bays, between the fierce rocky monoliths of the North coastline.   The peaceful south coast swells ripple in contrast, its waves slip peacefully across the shallow yellow sandy beaches, ensuring that the young bathers are safe and catered for too.  There is so much magic to be found in this naturally green and ancient land, from castles to caves, it seems around every corner on the small crooked and winding roads, there is yet another astonishing sight steeped in legend.  With the immanent launch of our new business venture, it has been a privilege to research this mystical myriad, supping in pubs that even the wildest imagination could not conjure.  Wandering in research through the legacies left behind by those shamanic ancestors, one finds everything from pillars merrily standing in circles, to ancient woodland where fairies peek between the branches and pixies play in the summer meadows.  If that is not enough along the shores where wreckers once stalked unwary vessels, haunted tin mines stand in remembrance of a time, when weary children dug relentlessly for riches, while mermaids swam above enticing lonely lovers.   Arthur himself too stands in his Cornish mythological castle, his sword handed by the ghostly lady in from an eerie pool nearby.  Walking the paths of Saints Way, meditating in quietness in the hermitage of St Nectar's Glen and listening to the natural rhythms of countless waterfalls, begins a voyage of self discovery and mysticism.  So I add my memories to this archive for perpetuity, a reflection of the great joy that Cornwall has brought me personally.   What joy it is to learn such wonders!