Seriously, such a beautiful place. I would legitimately live there. It's by the ocean. It has tonnes of art galleries, nice places to eat, a proper supermarket- even chain clothes stores like Fat Face (yes, there is an actual store here called Fat Face). The good thing about Cornwall is that everything is quite close. There are towns only a couple of miles away in every direction, and the main city, Truro, isn't that far away.
Anyway. Papa dropped me off at the Tate Modern Art Gallery at 1pm. It's a big flash building right by the beach. They had a huge exhibition there for some guy whose name I can't remember. If I'm honest, I didn't like his art that much. I had lunch (garlic chiabatta bread with parmesan and a glass of Pepsi) and walked up the road to the main street.
I walked up and down these tiny road, stopping in almost every store (about half were art galleries). Eventually I came to this gallery near the water- I went in a loop- where you're able to watch the artists painting, buy their work and just browse. I met this guy called Donald McLeod. After looking at his stuff I bought some postcards and we had a chat.
One of his paintings was just incredible. It was a massive framed piece of artwork called Old Cornish Harbour Evening Glow. I wont post a picture because nothing that I can find does in justice. The price of the original artwork was around £1,650 ($3300)- and well worth it, I say.
This may sound weird, but as I was examining the original piece I felt this welling up of emotion in my chest & throat, and it was like I was about to cry... so I left the room and went to look at some simpler, lesser paintings to calm myself down.
After our chat I left and walked around some more, took some photos etc. I found a brilliant little Oxfam bookshop where I bought a used Spanish dictionary for £4.
I called Papa at around 4, because I had nothing else to do.
And that was my day :)
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