Ever since I found out I'll be moving to Cornwall, I've been obsessed with the idea of camping, on the beach under the stars, in pure luxury.

 Doesn't it seem so quidditch world cup, harry potter esq?

I plan to get some friends, some beer and a have a mini party around a bonfire. We can roast sausages, corn on the cob and feast on marshmellows for dessert. 

I can already taste the smores, this WILL happen.


a new blog for the end of days

I'm coming to the end of an era, and am about to have a whole new start.
My little piece on the internet to document the entire process.