Portloe, Cornwall
*Whispers*
I'm about to share something deeply special to me, pull up a pew.
A sleepy fishing village nestled on the South Coast of Cornwall. Simply the most special place. I've been coming here since I was merely a bump. Having moved around a lot growing up, this place has been my constant. My rock. My home.
As a child, it was a place of mackerel fishing, swims, sunburn, seaglass collecting, and bake sales in aid of the Donkey Sanctuary with my bosom pal Daisy (can confirm, they never received our £13.50, it may or may not have been spent on Freddos and Chomps. God, that feels good to write down. That guilt has been eating me up. How liberating)
Donkey Sanctuary if you're reading this, I am SO sorry.
As an adult, a place of raucous New Years Eves with my precious University rabble. Paddleboarding, drones, pints of Korev in the Ship Inn. Pasties. Lie ins. More pints of Korev in the Ship Inn.
The point is, my favourite place. In the world.
