I am every step I've taken.

Seeing as today is our last day in Cornwall (we're heading back up to Bath this evening), I thought it was high time I shared a few photos of the village where my family is based. We moved down from Gloucestershire in 2005, so I spent six years calling it home. Even now, despite Grant and I having our own flat and generally thinking of Bath as 'home', there is something innately comforting about returning to Cornwall.

Our first few months were spent in a thatched cottage right beside the sea, until we eventually moved up the hill to a larger house built around an abandoned train carriage. Since then my parents have put a lot of time and love into rebuilding the property, which stands in two acres of land overlooking the cove, with four cottages that we rent out to holiday makers (two being train carriages, it's a quirky little place).

Nowadays I spend the majority of my time between Bath and London, and that may well be the reason why I've become so fond of this little fishing village over recent years. When the city pace of life starts to catch up with you, it's nice to escape for a while, to go somewhere with no mobile reception or regular public transport, where you've room to breath. It feels detached from the rest of the world. It's a place that lazily plods along, minding it's own business.

I truly love the city, but I'm a country girl at heart and I will always feel most at ease on crumbling coast paths and pebbled beaches, watching the fishing boats go by. It's a beautiful place, and I've never been anywhere else quite like it. Whilst the city may be where I want to be, need the be, for the time being, I will always return to Cornwall.