On friday morning Ray decided not to work. We put a few things into a suitcase and drove 140 miles into the wide open spaces of Cornwall. It was good to get away.
We found some peace and space, filed down a few rough edges, looked out on big skies and long beaches, tried to photograph crashing waves and dramatic scenery and had fun.
Until our car started not wanting to work and flashing warning lights at us so we decided to come home saturday evening instead of sunday afternoon. We drove home our normal Dartmoor way and stopped in a country lane. In the pitch black. We looked up and gasped. The Milky Way, shining so brightly, stretched out across the sky. It was magical. And then I saw a shooting star. Oh yeah, and then we had a snog.*