Cornish Pasty Blog

Observations from the prom

The wind is whipping along from Newlyn, like a protest for the way it's Methodist Chapel missed out on the BBC Restoration Show prize.

There is a chill in it like plunging in to the sea for the first time come summer. Sitting in it for a while I can feel my body drawing heat from the intermittent sunshine.

My head's been muggy/fuzzy all morning, this wind is like a pipe cleaner between my ears - excellent.