bearing in mind, though, that we haven't been away for a year, not doing much doesn't really matter, as we were too busy just chilling out. of course, the rain didn't help all that much, either... but it was nice and, forthwith, some pictorial representations:
first stop, the Headland Camping and Caravan Park, Tintagel, where the peace and quiet know no bounds. you can just breathe in the tranquility.
that's Talulah at the back of the row - she has her roof up. we hadn't been there ten minutes before the guy on the pitch next to us was taking pictures of his kids giving the VeeDub wave and saying "Duuuuude!" in their really tiny little voices. sooooo cute!
then we headed off down the coast path and around the headland to Tintagel Haven. it's one of my favourite places in the whole world - i would sit and watch the sea there for hours if i could get away with it...
as you can see, the tide was in. the large cave in the centre of the picture is called Merlin's Cave (natch!). when the tide is out, you can scramble over the slippery rocks in there and come right out on the other side of the headland. this is the place hubby taught me to skim stones when we first came here about 12 years ago. i'm pretty good at it, if i say so myself, and still ridiculously proud of being able to... *grin*
when hubby finally managed to drag me away from the border between earth and sea, we toddled off up to the cafe on the headland to have those cornwall essentials: a pastie (for him) and a cream tea (for me). oooh - heaven on a plate! :D
Talulah's bed, by the way, is totally awesome!
behind me you can see Mango The Rat's cage. yup - she comes too!
later that evening, we discovered that we had a stowaway...
this handsome fellow is Spot The Spider. a well-travelled fellow indeed, we found him in all sorts of unlikely places around Talulah, and he stayed with us for a day or two. however, one night, he mysteriously disappeared, and hubby woke up feeling suspiciously fuller than he had when he went to sleep...
it also rained fairly hard that night. as you can see - Squeaky is a genius when it comes to sorting out a leaky skylight...
the following day was beautiful, if extremely windy. the pixie hat became my constant companion on this holiday - i rarely took it off, hence spent most of the holiday looking somewhat silly. but then - there's really nothing new about that.
next stop: St Ives.
and the sun shone for our arrival.
(that sign we're making with our hands, BTW, is the VeeDub wave i mentioned earlier)
however, the following day...
it pissed it down. ALL DAY!!! D:
at times like these, you make your own entertainment. what we made was pouches for the magnets to hold Talulah's curtains up (which i'm still sewing on, BTW. a minimum of six on each curtain. four curtains done, eight to go...*groan*). it was a really lovely way to spend a rainy afternoon, and the time flew.
the following day, it had, thankfully, ceased to rain like the end of the world was nigh. Talulah is lovely to spend time in but really, even i was getting cabin fever by the end of the day!
so we took advantage of the break in the weather and hotfooted it along the coast path to St Ives.
...just...
...gorgeous!
there were many lovely things to be had in this ancient fishing village / haven for artists, the deli we found was quite heavenly (homemade brownies and gingerbread, delicious goats cheese, and charcoal biscuits - all organic and totally nommy!), but the little details of the town (which i believe is getting on for 700 years old) are utterly delightful.
seriously - how many places could this door lead to? on this plane or any other?
this one delighted me beyond measure, being such a tea-obsessed slurper. really, they ought to rename it Squeaky Street. or possibly Teabelly Alley (a personal favourite)
*snigger* no comment. none whatsoever. no cheap jokes, either. ;)
following our days in St Ives it was, sadly, time to start making our way homewards. but Talulah is an old girl, and needs to take her time when she's ambling around the country. so we had to pick a place to stop for the night on our way home. hubby, genius at picking new places to go that he is, picked a tiny little end-of-the-road place called Brean, on the Somerset coast - right at the edge of the levels. the geography and scenery around there is awesome, but i don't think you can really appreciate its stunning beauty until you get yourself up high, and can see the whole world spread out beneath you. we only discovered this when we climbed up Brean Down - a great chunk of turf-covered rock that thrusts up and into the sea between Brean and Weston-Super-Mare.
look! there's Talulah on the beach! :D
the vast expanse of sand was utterly breathtaking, and the land is just as flat for miles around, glowing with a million shades of green.
and the sun shone all day.
:)
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There's your hat! And such gorgeous, gorgeous pics of your vacation. Lovely.
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