Today I turned 27 and the boy and I were at Paddington station around dawn to catch the train to Newquay.
London→Cornwall is a long journey but I find the railway classically romantic and reminiscent of great adventures, which I suppose a new year of my life is. It’s extra fun to travel first class (thanks a million First Great Western!); luxurious leather seats, endless tea and fruit juice, the discovery of a new favourite magazine, and hour-after-hour of gorgeous scenery encourage you to settle down, switch off, and make the most of the time.
We arrived at our hotel at 1.30pm (it’s incredible, more later) and after a perfect afternoon on the beach I’m now killing time before our cliff-top hot tub (told you it’s an incredible hotel). Sitting here on our balcony listening to the sea and brushing sand from my feet, I realise I couldn’t have asked for a better start to 27.