Marcus and I met when we were both working in London, but Marcus is decidedly not a city boy — he’s from Cornwall, the most southwesterly part of England. Cornwall is known for pasties, pirates (notably from Penzance), and clotted cream, not to mention some of the wildest, wooliest coastline and countryside in England.
It had been over five years since we’d been back as a family to England, and well over a decade since Marcus had been to Cornwall in the summertime, so Marcus insisted that we return to his old stomping grounds this summer, and that we spend a considerable amount of time there. Normally, when we go to England, we tend to go over Thanksgiving week because the airline tickets are so much cheaper; however, I could tell Marcus was really feeling a bit homesick, so we booked the summertime tickets. And then, when his family realized that we would be back in town, the ones who didn’t actually live in Cornwall decided to take time off to come spend time with us there, as well — including Marcus’ brother and his family who live in Vancouver, Canada! So this week was all about reuniting with Marcus’ considerably large family, and exploring all over the Cornish coast and countryside.
Here’s what it looked like:
We leave lovely Cornwall today for our final few days of our holiday. It’s been so great spending time with Marcus’ family, especially watching him reunite with his brothers and sister. Such good, sweet people.