Thatcher did it. Churchill did it. Mums with four kids and a dog would love to, but can’t. But those who can, do. Forty winks are invariably twenty or even less. But they do reboot us. So we wake up thrice the person who dozed off. The seat we flop on has to take the plaudit. Its charm lures us in. Then it jabs us with some magic melatonin. And off we nod. Lovely.
Northcott Mouth, near Bude
Gunwalloe, the Lizard
Valley Of The Rocks, near Lynton
Sandymouth, near Bude
The Merry Maidens, near Penzance
Map a nap