Along with exercise, fresh air and light, there is the addition of seeing more of Newquay and its winter rhythm. As most of my outings are in the morning I see the town wake up – the late sunrise of each winter day slowly trickling welcome light over the quiet streets.
When I say I'm enjoying winter, I can hear how strange it sounds in my own head. What da, who da, how da!?
This outlook is novel to me, and I sense at any given moment it may disappear without notice. So while it lasts, and I make it through each day without the usual muttering 'winter sucks' at any downpour, frost or long hours of dark, I continue to remain chipper.
So before I get to Fistral and the open view across the Atlantic, I see and hear a handful of shop shutters creakily rise among the many closed for winter shops.
