A slow living retreat in Mousehole village in Cornwall. A few days of home cooking, table styling, sharing and connecting.
Born in Birmingham, Alex moved to Cornwall to study Sustainable Geography. She fell in love with a small fishing village of Mousehole, and also with a native Cornishman Matthew, who was never attracted by the “abandon this place for a life in bigger city” idea. Recently married, they work freelance as event and wedding planners, living their day to day close to nature, comfortably in a beautiful setting. In the evening we sat by the fireplace, wrapped in blankets, sharing stories of recent travels to the sounds of crackling firewood. The seagulls began to caw at 7 o’clock, while fishing boats were returning from the sea. At 8 o’clock, taking deep breaths of salty fresh air, we started to prepare breakfast together.
English cottages on Cornish coastline, because of hilly terrain, are built on different elevations, creating a gorgeous layered scenery. Quick look out the window and smoking chimneys reveal which of your neighbours began to cook. Such intimate environment makes neighborhood relations particularly close.
Seaweed landed on the nearby beach helped by the morning tide, strange shapes and a familiar aroma fueled my curiosity. Observant Alex and Matthew, when I was away, prepared a small surprise. They gathered three kinds of seaweed from the beach and labeled them in separate glasses on the kitchen table. Now I know exactly what I was so interested by.
“Coastal house prices in Cornwall are outrageous these days, and most of them are bought by wealthy bankers from London as holiday stays. Mostly empty, or rented for an odd few days here and there, with no tax to be paid as no one lives there, they spread the cost to local residents who lived here for a long time. Some of them won’t be able to afford a house like this in their lifetimes, but also need to pay the burden of local taxes.” Matthew sighed helplessly.
A lot of artists live in Cornwall, especially in the area of St Ives. I am not surprised, as this place is full of picturesque places invoking poetic scenes, perfect for a creative soul. Maybe one day I will move here, open the window, gaze into the endless pale blue sea, observe birds circling around freely, put a freshly brewed cup of tea next to my easel knowing, that there is a whole day of uninterrupted creation ahead of me.
We arrived to a breathtaking location, an open air, build on a cliff, Minack Theatre. Lucky for us a group of children were rehearsing a play, giving us a chance to experience this place, a brilliant vision and creation of Rowena Cade and her gardener.
Alex runs her own blog in spare time, she writes, takes pictures, records slowly passing time. In fact, there are many bloggers in Europe, living in a beautiful place, who enjoy what life has to offer. Some travel for content, some post about their quickly growing children, and others present their uniqueness through beautiful home-for-life interior designs. Many end up making good living doing things they love.
We are fortunate enough to stay in this cottage, owned by famous British photographer Paul Massey. His wife Jules, a long haired writer with a young face and an aura of wisdom made us feel welcomed. She told us is great detail where to buy freshly baked bread and which organic farm is best to visit for great food. She lives next door and takes care of cottage and garden, spending a lot of her spare time writing. “To have a life of your own design, you have to be the master of it.” are her words, which I will remember for a very long time.