About
Almost thirty-five years visiting Padstow, twenty with a cottage of our own — and why we've started writing it down.
Our family has been coming to Padstow for almost thirty-five years now — long enough that the town has become a kind of second home before it ever officially was one. We arrived first as visitors, the way most people do: a week booked, a car packed, a harbour that looked exactly like the postcards. We kept coming back.
About twenty years ago we finally bought a cottage of our own, on the edge of the old town. We filled it slowly, over years, with the things a family collects — furniture, pictures, the odd useful object nobody else wanted — until it stopped being a holiday let in our heads and started being ours.
This journal exists because we're here often enough now to notice things worth writing down: the tide times that actually matter, the table you can get into on a Tuesday, a walk we keep doing without ever planning to. Nothing formal. Just what we'd tell a friend before they came down.