After 3 years in the UK, and barely having crossed the 
M25, I thought it  was high time I explored my adoptive country a bit more. So using the  excuse of the 
Mika  concert at the 
Eden  Project, Norman, 
Peanut, and I rented a car and headed west for the weekend.
Cornwall seems to have  a unique culture, spectacular landscape and mild climate. We definitely  were not in London any more. To be honest it was cute, but it's not  like I am rushing to head out there again. Glad I saw, but it's been  scratched off the list. Granted the ice cream was delish.
It was  über-white with an underlying hint of in-bredness that reminded me too  much of the U.S. rural south. And the hetero-centrist B&B (just how  many times do I need to be asked about my wife?), did not add to my  feelings of exclusion. Something I really did not understand was how were people splashing about on the beach (though at least it had sand and not pebbles) when the water was barely above arctic!
But weather was good, concert was grand, and it  felt nice to be out of London, but not on a work trip. And Peanut love the flowers!


















