Fistral, it's like I hardly knew you

I like to go down to Fistral Beach when I go home for a few days. Staring out to the sea has great healing powers. Plus watching people fall off surfboards can also be quite relaxing.

However, on my way home I walked past the gargantuan development of Headland, which by my inexpert eye looks pretty complete.

Gone are the days (or nights to be more precise) of lounging around backpackers (Fistral Backpackers, The Cribbar, The Zone et al R.I.P.) playing the guitar, drinking, smoking and having an all round, hippy-ass good times.

They will be missed. Feel free to scowl at what they've got there instead now.

Eugh...