It

It
has taken me 11 years of living in the
UK to visit
Cornwall. I wish I had made the trip earlier. The endless
turquoise waters, white-sand beaches, blue skies and sparkling
seafood of Britain’s most southerly point made me feel as if I were
somewhere exotic.

From the Minack Theatre, an open-air theatre carved into
a granite cliff in Porthcurno, the views of a breathtaking
landscape resemble those in tropical destinations, with several
small deserted beaches secreted between the cliffs. They’re usually
accessible only at low tide, but the temperature has reached 30°C
and a swim across seems like the perfect way to beat the heat. I
have discovered paradise.

After a day of sun, walks and splashes, hunger strikes and I
head over to Mackerel Sky Seafood Bar in
Newlyn. Its menu is a bounty of small sharing plates, all fresh and
locally sourced. I take a bite of my crab nachos and sip a glass of
white wine. Sitting on the terrace, the Newlyn Coombe River
coursing beside me, I think: the Cornish have it all figured
out.

For my last day, I do what I love the most and spend a day on
the water, sailing. Later, while tucking into a Cornish cream tea,
I gaze across the moving pattern on the waves to the horizon and
wonder what hides beyond. As I contemplate the immensity of the
ocean I am seduced by the sound of the sea and, in that moment, I
find myself wondering what time it is at home, thinking I was in a
different time zone.

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