If I Could Choose …

… any place in the world in which to live, I would choose this tiny harbour town on the Atlantic coast of Cornwall. Port Isaac is its name, or Porthysek in the Cornish tongue.

This quaint school house would be my home.

My windows would look out on this magnificent view.

I’d spend my days dreaming up tales of  Merlin and mermaids  … and … well, you know me enough by now to know that any story I choose to tell will have a strong dose of fantasy weaving its way through it.

The melancholic cry of the gulls would be my music.

And the haunting call of the sea would lull me to sleep.

On stormy days I’d sit with the fishermen and listen to them talk about the mighty ocean; of furious tempests and killer waves.

I would eat a mountain’s worth of Cornish ice-creams.

And take my walk through narrow, hilly streets.

Yes, if I could choose any place in the world to live, today I would choose this.

And tomorrow? Ah, I cannot tell you. Because tomorrow is a story for another day.

Location: Port Isaac, Cornwall, July 2012