... Cornwall to be precise. Had a magical 10 days, staying in a converted granary and working with an artist in his studio and at Cornwall Cove. I'm afraid I've been rather remiss at reading posts, largely due to network limitations. Mobility and pain wise, I had bad days and not quite so bad days, but the sea air, sunshine, lots of lovely fresh fish, and the creative energy were a terrific compensation. I'm seriously wondering if I should move down there; I could probably buy two, or even three, delightful Georgian houses in Penzance for the crazy price I'd get for this house. But I hate geographical change, most of my friends live around me and I would miss the cultural life of London, if not the pollution, the crowds, the traffic, the litter. And I'm a coward!