Note to self...

Quite a few years ago, to escape the heat and oppressive humidity of Port Moresby my mother would bundle my sister and I into the car and head for the hills some 20 miles inland from the capital city to a place we revered as a sanctuary of relief called Sogeri ( So-gare-ee ). As we climbed into the hills we would wind down the windows (remember those? wind down windows) and I would stick my head out like an over excited puppy to saturate myself with the moisture of the air and inhale the richness of the fertile clay and soils of the New Guinea highlands. On one such occasion I gleefully reached out to the passing grass only to be stung into reality as it sliced my palm wide open. And that was my painful introduction to the aptly named Sword Grass. 

Roll forward some 40 odd years. You'd think that sword grass experience would have left an indelible mark on my memory. Well it didn't. 

If you think sucking a fresh lemon reminds you that you are alive then try this on for size. Take a car. Put yourself in it and drive down a few narrow country lanes in Conwall, south west england. Overcome with the beauty of the scenery, wind down the windows and buoyed by the unbridled joy that only comes with good weather in the UK stick your arm and hand out the window trying to touch the blurr of grass passing by as you set out to example how narrow the lane is upon which you are driving at 30mph. Then throw in a stinging nettle growing unencumbered roadside. 

Huh-uh. Car-bare hand-stinging nettle-30mph.

Surely a surf life savers nightmare?  25 or more German tourists form landlocked Berlin taking to the water for the first time for a surf. Someone dial 000.

Cornwall's reply to Sydney's Tammarama Beach. Also known as Chapel Porth

Surf life saving outpost done Cornwall style.

Godvrey Light house at 8.30pm. Gotta love the summer evenings in the UK.