houses, hops and a requisite visit to the once very local local lavender fields, just in time time before the soon to be harvest time. A short burst in the locality tourist style. The road trips first in our own back yard. The first for us with the newly qualified drivers after experiencing roads elsewhere. The knowledge to the Northerner now in our family how which junctions that are best avoided in the grid locked M25 sections.
The beauty and stunning views of the garden of England county in bounty. We travelled from the inland venues to the white cliff coasts of the South East part of the coast. The Channel tunnel signs a once familiar feature along with the local interchange starting point of this particular road trip first. The breakwaters, piers, promenades and the sight on the shipping lanes on the horizon, a feature not so much of on the better known coast to those spoilt with the Cornish Rivera of childhood summers opposite to where we lived on the estuary of the North Cornwall coast.
A beach on the south east side our Dad introduced to us from his own childhood favourites... He moved around this country up to fourteen times, a new school each year ... Cornwall remained the best to live .... we settled as a family here from the paternal family travels ... they got to live in some stunning areas in this time, sadly during the war years and the ration ones too. Though this created some well told family tales of the soldiers on the coast, when the three older siblings snuck out at night.
We enjoyed fresh farm produce from the fields and the farm shops. And even on the coast. The best fish and chips sourced from local produce too ever, which was a well versed wish to have this particular meal once again on the seafront. The time away from what was once so for granted, made that so!
We planned this particular stretch from the fragmentation of memories of past traditions which we intermixed with our new ones in this current time. It was difficult to select one particular area. We headed initially for a sandy beach. We ended up going on round to the next bay though with pebbles underfoot, had cleaner waters to enjoy ...
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