This blog has , I have to admit, fallen by the wayside in the past nine or ten months, but in September I had a slightly different challenge: A slightly quixotic challenge, which I knew before I started I had absolutely no chance of completing, save by a billion-to-one fluke. Continue reading Calendar Challenge, a hopeless journey
As I started this month, I felt a challenge based in Penryn should be about the easiest thing there would be. Oh, how wrong I was. Continue reading January 31: Penryn
Now into my fourth year of this calendar challenge lark, and I feel it’s time for something new.
My final Calendar Challenge of the year didn’t bode well: following the work Christmas party my head was as stormy as the Cornish winter sky, and my memory far more clouded. Also, having got through the night on 20 quid and the kindness of strangers, I wasn’t sure I’d have the petrol to get there and back, so set off rather late. Continue reading December 20: Boscastle
December has rolled around, and as I enter the last month of the year I have turned the last page of this year’s calendar, to find I will be heading to Boscastle.
Almost a year has passed here in Cornwall, and the seasons are cycling back around as my journey around the calendar draws to a close. Continue reading November 20: Charlestown
Lying in bed, flipping my calendar over to the next month, I see that my destination lies east up the coast, at the old harbour of Charlestown. Continue reading November’s Challenge: Charlestown
In hindsight, perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to stay up drinking cheap wine until 5am on the morning of my trip to Coverack. Continue reading October 18: Coverack
A month of distractions and diversions, coupled with an early trip to Polzeath last month, means it feels like an age since I completed my last challenge, even though it’s only a month. Continue reading October’s Challenge: Coverack
I was unsure when I would be able to fit in this month’s challenge, as a busy schedule left me with little time in Cornwall this month, but waking up to a sea as flat as a pancake meant a planned surfing trip was cancelled, and I used that time to head up to the north coast and Polzeath. Continue reading September 7: Polzeath