4 go to Cornwall
We’re just back from our holiday, 5 days in Cornwall, it would’ve been 7 but the amount of annual leave I have left is a bit pitiful and as most of my shifts are at the weekend, we went just Monday to Friday, which in the end worked out ok as the weather turned real stinky on the Friday and I’m not sure I could have stuck it out in a field much longer anyway, yep we went camping.
The camping was a freebie from a company that I use regularly, who are diversifying into camping on their farm, I’m not going to name them because I’ve noticed that if you type in this particular company’s name plus the word camping into Google, it doesn’t come up with many hits other than their own pages and the last thing I want is for me to write “oh my god camping at x was absolutely awful because the toilets were a hole in the ground that stunk, there was hay everywhere (the other half of the field we were camping in was being mown (?) for hay at the time) and the hay was nowhere near as bad as the money spiders and baby slugs that infested everything (honestly, one day we got back to the tent and the entire ceiling was black with tiny spiders, anytime you went in the tent you’d be literally picking money spiders out of your hair) and that’s not to mention the military helicopters that flew so low overhead every night that you could literally hear the wind in the helicopter blades as well as the very loud engine noise”, no I don’t want that appearing on Google because they’re a really nice company and to be honest, I’m a bit of a camping wuss (in case you couldn’t tell), so I’m not the best person to go and review a camp site. And anyway, the stinky toilets (a pit in the ground covered by what looked like a very large box crate divided into four, each section containing a toilet seat) were ‘eco toilets’ apparently, there are worse things than money spiders and baby slugs (big spiders and big slugs), watching the hay making certainly lead to atmosphere and the military helicopters were quite cool. And also the camp site just happened to be located in a really brilliant part of Cornwall (the Lizard Peninsula) where there was so much to do within just a few miles, which was fantastic considering Boy Lacer is getting so bad in cars again that we were ‘forced’ to travel down separately; Mr Lacer in the car with the camping gear and me and the kids by train (where I had failed to reserve seats which has to be one of the stupidist things I’ve done in ages). And besides the campsite had chickens!
And the most gorgeous, friendly cat, who followed the kids round everywhere.
With the lengthy travelling time, were were really only there three days; the first day we went to Flambards, a small theme park which left the kids very amused and me and Mr. Lacer slightly fuming that considering how expensive it was to get in, just how many of the attractions you had to pay for once you were there (basically the big stuff was free once in but a lot of the small stuff wasn’t and with Boy Lacer not being into the big rides were were having to go for a lot of the small stuff).
Now I’m not a big fan of theme parks (Disney Land an exception), so it was a relief the next day to go and see what we’d really come down to see, the sea.
The first beach we went to was Kynance Cove, one of the National Trust beaches (I never knew they did beaches – a handy hint if you’re holidaying down there and if you’re a National Trust member, bring your membership details, as then you get to park free in their car parks, not that we’re National Trust members anyway, there aren’t enough National Trust properties within easy reach from home to justify it). The car park at Kynance Cove is a bit of a walk from the Cove itself but it’s a spectacular walk and it fills you with anticipation, as you walk along the cliff top and round the corner to see the cove. When we got there of course the tide was in (it always is on the rare occasions we get to go to the beach) and we sat outside a lovely cafe admiring the view, eating (what tasted like homemade) gorgeous flapjack. The kids were impatient to get down to the beach though, even though it was still very rocky, so we headed down and they played in the stream running through the beach and clambered over rocks, as more and more people gathered on the rocks and waited for sand to appear.
Me and Mr. Lacer were beginning to wonder if sand was ever going to appear, we had seen some pictures of the beach in the cafe with sand on but we were beginning to suspect that the pictures may have been getting on a bit, as we could hear people around us talking about how a few years ago there had been much more sand. But then sand appeared in the distance and by the time me and Girl Lacer made it to the tiny stretch of sand we could see, ok by the time I made it to the tiny stretch of sand we could see (the beach is extremely rocky and difficult to cross, if like me, you’re not that nimble on your feet (I blame my pes cavus personally)), so Girl Lacer was way ahead of me. But by the time we got to the sand, wow, there was so much of it and what had been a rocky, dramatic, beautiful piece of Cornish coastline, had some how transformed into a beach out of James Bond, the sun even came out!
It was just the sort of beach I remembered from my South Welsh childhood, full of rocks and little pools (and not so little pools), it was perfect. There was even another beach around the corner that could only be reached at low tide, a little stretch of sand with the crystal blue sea at both sides.
The next day we went to a different sort of beach, a more family friendly one, which I think the whole family thought, after Kynance Cove the previous day, equated to being a bit boring, but still, a beach is a beach and we don’t get to see them that often, so we had fun.
The next day we had to go home and it turned out that trying to pack up in a torrential rain storm, not that much fun.
Overall I had a nice time (it was worth the overcrowded trains, stinky toilets and being dragged round Flambards for just Kynance Cove alone) but ooh when my feet hit the platform at Paddington, ooh they were happy feet, there is nothing like a holiday to make a Londoner appreciate London even more. (And the kids really liked it, nothing beats beaches, theme parks and the freedom of a field to run round and animals to talk to, they both want to move to Cornwall now).