We arrived in late June. Riding almost-empty planes and trains. Struggling with a crazy old key in the dark. First time in the flat. We cried and hugged – it was so incredible to finally be there. Amber list entry rules meant lots of tonsil and nostril swabs and quarantine. We had camping mattresses that turned into chairs, and brought our plates and mugs and saucepans. Food deliveries came in boxes from incredibly kind people at Stone’s and Premier. Clemo’s delivered our stepstool, mop and bucket. More boxes brought Brighid the blue fridge, a toaster, a radio, and a hoover. We cooked. We cleaned. Sally diligently exercised. We finally figured out we could use empty boxes as coffee tables.
We learned the funny angles of the walls and the way the sun moved around the windows through the day. We watched birds on the Plein and rain on the glass. We celebrated freedom with pints at the King’s Arms, a bus ride to St. Ives, and a glorious walk down the Cot Valley and up to Cape Cornwall and Kenidjack.
Flat Two 