Friday afternoon we caught the train from Paddington down to Bodmin then rode in a taxi all the way to the edge of nowhere (I'm not going to say where because it was SO BEAUTIFUL and one of the best things about it was there was HARDLY ANYBODY THERE)
The journey there and back was long and draining but the complete day, the Saturday, was just perfect. It poured with rain either side but that Saturday was sunny and warm. We saw a gravestone in a churchyard with the legend:
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
a quote that says it all really. (Think it's a John Masefield poem that comes from)
A lovely day - Finn climbed his first stairs. He didn't use to be able to climb stairs but now he can. He fell down them on his first attempt while I was immersed in The Savage Detectives but thankfully he was unharmed. Otherwise I would be dead by now, torn to shreds by an angry woman...