Porthcurno, September 2014, analogue, light.

I'm taking a break from frantically packing everything I own into tote bags (I'm moving Tuesday) to share with you some completely unrelated photos. You. Are. Welcome.

You may recall a similarly titled post that cropped up here back in April. Yes? Yes! These are part two, the 'Light' series, of my Cornwall photos (aka, the prints from the Boots disposable that didn't turn out as dark and grainy). Ross and I stayed in the guesthouse of one the cottages pictured above. See the one on the right with the trio of windows jutting out from the roof? Dat us. Literally on the edge of England. See those rocks? Yeah, they drop directly down to ocean.

More of Ross's fine cooking handiwork. Bro needs a blog. (Oh wait.) This is a potato rosti, or as I affectionately like to call it 'egg in potato cocoon.' Yeah... I don't actually call it that but regardless it is freaking delicious. He combines mash with fried onions, garlic and spices, bakes it for a bit, then for the last couple minutes of cooking, cracks an egg on top and cooks it to gently runny perfection. If Ross ever opens a restaurant (which will ofc serve brunch *sassy hand emoji*), I demand this to be on the menu.

I read The Goldfinch on that trip and seeing these photos make me realise I really miss reading that book. I saw on Rosianna's Instagram that she is rereading The Secret History and oh what I would give to drop everything and return to this little corner of the world to read it.
And yes, that is an honesty box outdoor egg mart. Oh, countryside. (Sorry, I'm very gif/meme heavy this evening not sure what that's all about.)

Ross's walked in from football so imma wrap this up early. (Ross's arrival tends to mean imminent food time and, well, food trumps all.) He's just told me he got Man of the Match. Bless 'im. Right, pizza ordering time. Gotta scoot. Hope you had a lovely weekend!