GOLDSITHNEY
I’m partial to Marazion, and always will be. But Goldsithney, which is just up the road, has its charms. The coastal walks, mainly. The 60 minutes every day, through leafy fields bound by thorny hedges, brought me to the loveliest beaches, all with a view of St. Michael’s Mount. They also brought clarity and soothed my senses. It wasn’t a total slog to spend two weeks sweating out re-records in a damp attic, but it wasn’t a cakewalk, either. Being surrounded by the bucolic peacefulness of shire-like landscapes was just the ticket.
