“Happy Umpteenth Birthday” the card said, so I guess that kind person makes me still a teenager. We hiked out from St. Ives along the South West Coast Path on the way to Lands End, we saw a dolphin down in one cove. We stopped for my birthday picnic around Cape Cornwall; perched on a rock with a view of a seal basking in the warmth of the surface water and the Atlantic, warmed by the Gulf Stream.
We enjoyed a Cornish pasty, hand-made that morning in St Ives but formed of munitions-grade pasty which kept the steak and veg warm, washed down with a bottle of Crémant de Loire, nicely fizzy from the hike but still cool from the fleece it travelled with in the racksac. Then, nectarines and a couple of hand-made Cornish Buns from S.H. Ferrell’s in St. Ives. It was a nice picnic, memorable and different.