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Its our third day here, its blowing a gale and lashing down outside and I was up at 4-30 checking we’re in one piece and again in earnest at 6-30. Agh - it must be Cornwall and camping ;-)
We had good weather first couple of days, the best was yesterday at Eden project, but that all seems a bit remote with the tent bending and buckling around me and the white noise of the large trees behind us a constant backdrop. Anita and boys seem able to sleep through it though.
I think we're going (like 500,000 other wet tourists) to go to a town today and jump from shop to shop, from café to pub. St Austell is nearest - may not have the beach-side mix of art, surf-chic and tacky pasty-tastic holiday vibe as st.Ives but we'll see.
Hopefully there's a tent still here when we get back.
Kettle just boiled.. Coffee to warm up and fox's crunch creams - because I’m a fat, cold, miffed old git and I’m worth it.
Evening follow up..
We decided not to go into St. Austell but drove in the rain and blustery wind to Newquay. Which provided brunch, a lot of hung over beach youth and .. not much else.
We went over to St.I ves where we had some sun , some high tea and also some new shoes (black Vans - groovy) for me.
Btw - I’m not allowed to say groovy, or cool, Ronan said. I'm too old AND his dad, both mean I must speak 'older'. Don't want to embarrass him, so that’s swell, top, sound, by me.
Its our third day here, its blowing a gale and lashing down outside and I was up at 4-30 checking we’re in one piece and again in earnest at 6-30. Agh - it must be Cornwall and camping ;-)
We had good weather first couple of days, the best was yesterday at Eden project, but that all seems a bit remote with the tent bending and buckling around me and the white noise of the large trees behind us a constant backdrop. Anita and boys seem able to sleep through it though.
I think we're going (like 500,000 other wet tourists) to go to a town today and jump from shop to shop, from café to pub. St Austell is nearest - may not have the beach-side mix of art, surf-chic and tacky pasty-tastic holiday vibe as st.Ives but we'll see.
Hopefully there's a tent still here when we get back.
Kettle just boiled.. Coffee to warm up and fox's crunch creams - because I’m a fat, cold, miffed old git and I’m worth it.
Evening follow up..
We decided not to go into St. Austell but drove in the rain and blustery wind to Newquay. Which provided brunch, a lot of hung over beach youth and .. not much else.
We went over to St.I ves where we had some sun , some high tea and also some new shoes (black Vans - groovy) for me.
Btw - I’m not allowed to say groovy, or cool, Ronan said. I'm too old AND his dad, both mean I must speak 'older'. Don't want to embarrass him, so that’s swell, top, sound, by me.
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