We got back yesterday to my favourite place in the world (Bristol) after a few restful days in my second favourite place in the world – Cornwall. Or Kernow, as it should be known.
We rocked our country best…
Saw Merlin’s Cave at Tintagel – that place is spooky!
Tackled killer hills!
Ate like kings (yes, indeedy, marshmallows on the fire)
And ventured onto the beach, and in Storm’s and my case into the sea at Bude! (I swear they are plotting in this picture…)
After much Monkees style wave-chasing in the winter sun, I got lulled into a false sense of security… There are no words to describe how cold I got when I had to scoop my crazy daughter out of the waves (she was lying down in the shallows pretending to swim) and clasp her tight to stop her leaping back in. Her puffy, sodden winter coat had acted like a giant icy sponge in the sea, which squeezed out all over me, soaking me from neck to knee with freezing water. It was so so cold – and also one of the funniest moments of my life.
Sadly there are no pics as Al was laughing too hard to take any. Here they are at the beach cafe anyway, just after our awfully wet adventure. I’d cleverly brought a change of clothes for Storm, but not for me…
Even with my unexpected soaking, it was exactly what we all needed, so thank you Abby and Steven for sharing your weekend with us. It was just marvellous.
Perhaps you’ve noticed a lack of knitting posts here of late. I have had RSI for the last month, so I haven’t been able to knit much. But slowly, slowly, my powers are returning. Stand by for more on that very soon…