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The most Southerly Café in England. |
A place to unwind, and relax the mind............sitting with a latté and a piece of Cornish Heavy cake. Watching the shifting sea running with light. Maybe a seal or two in the water close by. What's not to love.
To misquote Rupert Brooke:
"If I should die, let it be said of me, that there is some corner of a Cornish field,
That is forever England.
There shall be in that rich earth, a richer dust concealed,
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware
Gave once her flowers to love, her ways to roam.
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Hidden by the sea, blest by suns of home."
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Silhouetted against the light, the café on the headland. |
Song sung by Norah Jones
"Feels like home to me, feels like home to me,
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong."
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Ever changing skies |