Things didn't start too well on the Friday afternoon as there were loads of roadworks on the way meaning that it took a liitle over 5 hours to get there. Dad was a bit 'tense' when sitting in traffic so I thought it best to lie low and kept it down in the back. When we arrived we went straight to the chippy and I ate my fish cakes and chips off of my own fork, I found it really funny. The weather was a bit wet on Saturday when mum made us go for a walk around the headland, I don't know what she was thinking really. Once it had cleared up I went for a walk on the sand for the first time, it was pretty weird at first but I soon got the hang of it. Sunday was a much better prospect weather wise so we got a picnic together and headed for Harlyn.
Mum had a dodgy foot (probably trench foot from yesterdays walk), so we sat on the beach while dad went out for a surf, he came back and said it was really good, although the tide was so far out we couldn't see him, in fact he could well have just sat round the corner eating an ice cream for all we know!
Once he was back, I got into my wetsuit and we went in the water, it was still pretty cold but I loved it.
I offered to drive home but there were no takers. Can't think why?
On Monday Uncle Slim and Aunty Trace came over from their campsite for a visit. We had a great day, the sun shone and we went down the beach.
Slim took me for a paddle and Dad tried his hand at catching waves again but we didn't see him because we were too busy laughing at a silly family get cut off by the rising tide. Lunchtime, and Trace come up with the goods with the biggest plate of scones and cream ever, nice one!
We then went over to Polzeath for some shopping, Slim splashed out on a huge quantity of shorts and I got a T-Shirt. After a little bit of shoplifting (it was a fit up job, Mum hung the jersey up on the back of my pushchair!) we hit the ice cream shop and I ponced most of Slim's ice cream off him.
Other selected highlights of the first week were a trip to Falmouth where I was schmoozing all the old dears at the bus stop and trips to the beach, the most eventful being the one where the gail force winds blew sand all over me until I looked like some sort of sand creature. Still, they had actually splashed out on a bucket and spade for me which was great, I could flick sand much further with the spade.
On Thursday night Andy and Owen turned up but I was already in bed so that was a shock come Friday morning to have two new playmates. Over the course of Friday and Saturday all the usual suspects appeared so I had loads of new targets.
Saturday night we went down the pub and after seeing off my own carvery dinner I was busting some moves to the band, my audience loved it but were indifferent to the band.
The second week was really warm and sunny so I was doused with cream and had to wear my silly flap hat non-stop pretty much. I went in the sea every day which has been really good, although getting me dry and changed afterwards has been quite a game:
The second weeks events are all a bit of a blur, but we had a barbecue on the beach where I set the all of England record for scrounging food and eating it.
Yanna was great fun, spraying me with bubbles.
Fen was a great sparring partner, he had me beat on size but I reckon I had the upper hand on agility!
Tuesday night was donkey derby night at Newquay football club. The donkeys were okay, but Mum's deafening screaming at the last race made me cry! And all over a few quid on the tote.
On Wednesday afternoon they all had a bodyboarding lesson so I sat on the beach with Owen, ate my first pasty and eyed up the bikini clad talent. Owen tried to use me as a lure and had been rehearsing his story of how the tragic mother was drowned surfing a reef in an exotic far flung location but he drew a blank. After the lesson, their Australian surfer dude instructor 'Ade' offered to take me out and catch a wave! I got on the front of his board and we rode on into the beach, I wasn't sure at first but I liked it in the end.
Other than that it was a week of being a beach bum, poncing ice cream, stealing other kids beach toys, drinking sea water and eating enormous quantities of sand. The latter causing an interesting consistency to the contents of my nappy.
So after two weeks of late nights and lie in's we came home, but I couldn't go to nursery on Monday as the sea water and sand diet had played havoc with my digestive system.
By Tuesaday I was back on it and everything was back to normal, until next time.....
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