Back in the Cove

Down in Sennen Cove for a week, a holiday that came together more by opportunity than planning. We’ve stayed in the Whitesands penthouse before, dog-friendly it perches above Sennen Cove overlooking the bay, overlooking that view, that sunset, those cliffs.

I took days off to take days off, to use some leave I had not taken and needed. Then the website told me Whitesands was available, an email, a response and a rapid online banking action and we were on holiday.

Willow knows where she sleeps, where she goes out to the loo, where the clifftop walk starts, the best place to stand on the balcony to watch the seagulls, the best way to quietly sneak up onto the sofa when noone is looking. She races through the heather, her tail a furious, constant blur. At night, she traces where the rabbits have been, nose to the ground, a tiny white racing beastie snorting and snuffling under the stars.

We don’t do much. That’s the point. From the apartment a short walk gets you a coffee, local food, an art gallery, a beach, cliffs, heather, a ruined castle, fields, sky.