Par, Cornwall.....

So the chance to take a short holiday in Par came up a few days ago. It's now middle of the night and I can't sleep so am listening to Bach Goldberg variations. A set of music written for a count that could not sleep played by a keyboard player called Goldberg. The train takes me though small stops and town past plymouth and past stretches of sea. I feel that I'm in cornwall now and a lighter atmosphere as rows with ex have brought me to the edge of what I can safely cope with. No more put downs, no more rows. time of some me time.