Mousehole

Mousehole, Cornwall.

I know it seems like I'm on constant vacation, but the last several rambles through the South Wales and the Southwest of England were done on weekends, to take advantage of my few weeks in the UK in the summertime. The last one was a somewhat whirlwind visit to Devon and Cornwall. A weekend really wasn't enough to see either, let alone both, but I was thrilled anyway to finally visit. Here I am in Mousehole (pronounced Mowzel), Cornwall, dubbed by Dylan Thomas as "the loveliest village in England," to the eternal delight of the tourism board. I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, though I may have just been out of sorts from carsickness, but it's certainly one of those steep, pretty British towns that lead down to a rocky sea through streets of old cottages with wildflower gardens. I wouldn't have minded one of the cottages on the cliff that had little terraces directly overlooking the sea, to drink my morning tea or hide myself away in the winter for creative endeavours. I really don't think they should allow parking on the pier however.

This boat print dress that I hunted down on ebay last year is still one of my summer favourites, and while my mom's telescope necklace maybe tips the whole thing over into pastiche... well, it's summer by the seaside! A bit of cheesiness is required!