Nan and Grandads cliff

The weather changed in classic Cornwall style - it was misty and cold. A walk to the village to have coffee with nan and grandads neighbours, tried hard not to look at what the new people had done to the place but I caught a few glimpses 

M turned up with unbelievably my sunglasses in his pocket they had turned up washed up on the beach tangled in seaweed 

The afternoon was spent with all my family shivering under a marquee braving the cornish winds having a jubilee tea. We ended up moving indoors to play games but there were lots of laughs 

Before returning home we went up to nan and grandads cliff for some quiet contemplation