Never let it be said that the British weather puts me off. Yesterday I headed to Porth Kidney beach with Julia, Willow and the pooches with the day looking promising. After a mooch around an old overgrown graveyard or 2 (it’s a Goth thing) we had a bit of a trek through the local golf course (why do Golfers stare so much?) and down to the beach which was lovely and we could see all the way to St Ives. Izzy decided that seaweed, shells and dead crabs were scary and we (me mainly) took great delight in poking fun at some stupid prima donna girly poncing about in a long frock and then a bikini having her portfolio photos done. The rain started to drift in and we called it a day.
Today saw us troop uphill yet again to Carn Brae to see the castle and monument up close. You could see for miles, it was pretty breathtaking. Where are the paparazzi when you need them as I was to be seen pushing a 2 yr old in her pushchair up the hill – see I can do normal, you lot just don’t believe me. I think we had several seasons in the space of a few
hours yet again but this is Cornwall you know. A closer look at some of the
tin/copper mines ruins was in order before we headed home. Tomorrow sees me and the woofs heading up to Tintagel so I can go all gooey over King Arthur but we may come back this way as it’s been great catching up with an old friend who also hasn’t changed much in over 20 years. Oh how our parents do/would despair.
Oh and I hope that the boring farts filling their boring cars with petrol at Tesco’s this morning enjoyed their 60 second blast of Soft Cell’s “Torch” at ear bleed volume. Gotta love a 2 yr old who can work the car stereo and who likes to headbang 🙂