North Cornwall has to be one of my favourite places to retreat to in the UK. After Teddy died it was the first place we fled to in an effort to rest and recuperate. I think we lasted about ten days at home after returning from hospital before we packed our bags and headed South West. We were well and truly fed up of feeling trapped in the house and just staring at each other’s tired/ crying faces. So we thought we would have a change of scenery, escape from the reality for a few days, and just stare at the sea (Couldn’t escape the tired/ crying faces though, I’m afraid!).