TUESDAY 17TH FEBRUARY 2015

A small yacht glides super smooth through the natural harbour between Flushing and Penryn. Warm knife through butter.

The white waterside houses are blinding in the sun. Along Greenbank huge proud houses stand tall and broad, gardens sloping gently down towards the water. Fully leaved palm trees next to naked oaks, permanent breeze: soft yet cold, the sea in my ear.