On Monday I found a cornish bakery with the scent of fresh pasties as I walked down the slippery road and icicles hung from the roofs of shops.

On Tuesday, I strolled down to town and found a cardboard box as the fingers of ice float inside, haunting the creature as it comes out; a puppy. 

On Wednesday, I found a can on the side of the street as it rolled down the hill and into the small pools of water.

On Thursday, the wind crept into the alleys of the town, howling as the moon came out in front of the clouds.

On Friday, I watched as skaters did their tricks down the frosted road, the ruby-red sunset shining on their boards.

On Saturday, the ocean at Whitsand bay roared and the kids tumbled down underneath the surface of the water and down towards the seabed.

On Sunday, the shimmering sunset shone onto our blue van as it glimmered and rainbows were thrown onto the roof.