The sun doesn’t always shine in Cornwall but today was close enough so we (that’s me, Julia, 2 of her kids and the pooches) headed off to Tehidy Woods to see some weird and twisted trees – see I’m not the only freaky tree fan, in fact I’m chuffed to bits to find a like-minded soul once again.
After a good trek we drove into Portreath to sit by the beach and have a picnic. Despite the coastguard helicopter making frequent passes there were no exciting rescues to be seen so Liz and I occupied ourselves with ‘Croc spotting’ cos let’s face it the beach is the best place to spot sad bastard adults wearing hideously bright plastic shoes. It’s wrong in soooo many ways but we pissed ourselves laughing so it was worth it.
On the way home we drove up to Lighthouse Hill to take in the views all the way to St Ives and to see the tatty old bus that’s being used as a motorhome – fantastic spot, I may have to fight them for it.
The locals may be a little odd but right now I’m thinking why would anyone want to leave this place. I may end up strapping a surf board to the van (for the cool factor) and never set foot out of Cornwall again.