It’s been, oh, at least eight years since we were last down in Cornwall. This version of the hotel we’re staying in, St Moritz was probably just beginning to gestate in the owner’s mind. And this time, in late February, it’s really… foggy. We’ve supposedly got a sea view from our room, but the mists have only cleared enough for us to catch a glimpse for a few precious minutes this morning.
We took the ferry over from Rock to Padstow, and ended up walking rather a long way along the squishy sand thanks to the very low spring tide.