Well, we've had a sneaky week away as you may have noticed by last weeks non-update!
We have indeed, but before we get on to that we had a pretty action packed week beforehand. We started off on Tuesday with a day with Auntie Christine and Darcey.
We had a trip to the Discovery centre in the morning which we loved before heading back and having a splash in Darceys paddling pool.
We loved that too, even though it was a rather small Darcey sized pool!
Wednesday we went to Mr Gilhams sports club at school. We had a great day, I won the player of the day award and got my pick of DVD for the afternoon session.
And I had my frined Lilly to play with too so I was rather pleased as well.
Thursday we went to Dragon club for the first time in a while. We scootered in.
Even me, all the way as well!
We made planet paintings using a marble, which seemingly ruined both of our outfits with some rather permanent blue paint.
Good job we were wearing some of our old stuff as all the posh stuff was washed and ready for holiday eh?
Dad picked us up and we headed down to Victoria Park for a bit.
We went out on the boating lake in a padle boat, we'd never done that before so we were dead excited, just me, Ned and the open water.
Ellis' legs were a bit short so I did all the pedalling, I made a good job of it too.
And shortly after Dad remarked that last time I was in a paddle boat my hat fell in the water....my hat...fell in the water!
It took some skilled driving by me to enable us to pick it up, all soggy and yucky. Still, it soon dried out.
We had an ice cream before playing on the park until Mum came out of work to meet us.
Friday I rode my bike to Dragon club, again, all the way.
I stuck to the scooter again.
We had another lovely day there, particularly the rounders match.
Which was great until I got smacked on the arm by the ball. Still, I won the super dragon award for the day which more than made up for it.
I also had a particularly persistant female admirer who endured a pretty lengthy game of kiss chase to try and catch me.....no such luck!
Once we were home it was time to pack the car and pick up Mum from work before heading off to Cornwall for the week...yay!
Yay indeed, a whole week in the caravan, we couldn't wait.
Andy came down for the weekend too and John and Sarah were already going to be there. As if all this wasn't exciting enough we had the Olympics starting too, brilliant.
The journey down was lovely actually, we had a nice tea from the Pasty Shop in town, a great sunset to watch and the Olympic opening ceremony on the radio.
We really wanted to see it as well though, so it was lucky we made good time and got there in time to see a good portion of it. Made it a pretty late night, but it's only once every four years isn't it?
In fact, we got there so quick that it was still quite light when we arrived.
So saturday morning, the freedom of the campsite at our disposal:
After a brief scare when the Tesco delivery was almost claimed by John and Sarah in the other caravan we headed for the beach.
We are both totally loving the beach at the moment, we can't get enough.
Rock pools, surfing, swimming, whatever, we love it all.
Todays highlight however had to be Dad smacking himself in the nose with my surfboard though. Even though it obviously hurt quite a lot, it looked totally hilarious!
We were introduced to a game called Danish Longball by John, I loved it.
There was also a real life nature documentary unfolding out the back of the caravan when a bird of prey plucked another bird from the sky and proceeded to enjoy his meal right there on the grass.
We went out for a bit of a walk on Sunday morning, to keep Mum sweet mainly.
Yeah, we looped round to Constantine beach, had a brief paddle in the rockpools before heading off back through the sand dunes.
We hadn't been that way before do it was a bit of an adventure, through the Golf Course and up a really narrow track before popping out on familiar territory by the shops.
We had earned a nice luch, so we sat out by the caravan on our picnic blanket in the sunshine.
We headed for the beach in the afternoon, there was a potentially huge blunder when we realised no one had bothered bringing any of our beach toys, spades or anything. just surf boards.
We made do though, after a surf session we dug out big enough holes by hand to bury each other in the sand.
We had a few laps of the campsite on the bikes as we'd obvioulsy not used enough energy during the day.
We also said goodbye to Andy as he had to head home after the weekend.
Monday then, it was a bit cloudy so we thought we'd give the beach a miss and head out on a bike ride instead.
Yeah, we went to Wadebridge, got Mum and Dad a bike to ride form the hire shop and headed out on the Camel trail, destination Padstow!
Ned rode his own bike but i had a thing called a tag along attached to the back of Dad's. It was a quite brilliant idea as if I didn't fancy pedalling I could put my feet up and let Dad do all the work. I didn't do much of that though, in fact a lot of the time I asked Dad to stop pedalling so I could drive us along from the back!
I loved it, I had the luxury of my own bike of course and I was putting in sprint bursts all over the place. There were loads of people riding along the trail so I had plenty of targets. Best of all though was that we were all together having a bike ride, we were so excited that Mum had a bike for the day.
We loved riding along the estuary and the six and a half miles to Padstow soon passed. Time to lock up the bikes and head into town for a spot of lunch by the harbourside:
Notice the differnece between Ned and I? There he is, all greasy sausage roll and fizzy coke. And then there's me, freshly made sandwich, a portion of cucumber and a bottle of water: 
We had a bit of a wander round, I failed to win a massive cuddly toy on a charity lucky dip stall, much to Dad's relief. I think he was a bit worried about getting it back to Wadebridge by bike.
The ride back was every bit as pleasant. The tide had pretty much come in so the estuary was much more alive with boats.
When we arrived back at the hire shop both Ellis and myself were sad we weren't going any further we'd loved it so much.
We handed the hired bikes back and had a quick trip into town for a little retail therapy.
Before we headed back to the caravan to watch the original version of Charlie and the Chocolate factory on DVD which we loved.
We had a shopping outing to a big surf shop on Tuesday morning, we're getting quite into picking our own stuff these days so it wasn't quite as dull as it might sound.
It was of course beach time after that, we had a full family surf for the first time ever which was really good.
There were also plenty of land based activities, more Danish longball sand burying and tunneling.
I was really into being in the water, and while Mum and Ellis went back up to the caravan I convinced Dad to stay in the sea with me a bit longer. I did a load more surfing before ditching the board for some actual swimming and even some body surfing.
On the way back Mum and I stopped off at the outside shower to clean our feet off when I burst intoa few dance moves moves. Another lady spotted me and asked if I did ballet lessons!
Things were a bit grey on Wednesday morning so we stayed in for a slumpy morning watching the Olympics and playing tri-ominoes. Like dominoes, but needlessly more complicated.
We also had a few hands of Uno before heading out the youth hostel for lunch, outside in the glorious sunshine overlooking the sea.
We hit the beach once again in the afternoon, it started off all very nice but it did start to rain a bit...we didn't care, it just gave us more room as the wimps cleared off!
We made a shelter out of surf boards and toughed it out until it cleared.
We eventually headed back to the caravan for a game of Yahtzee and to watch Team GB win it's first Gold medal at the Olympics.
After careful studying of the tide table, Thursday morning was deemed the optimum time to vosot Bedruthan steps.
Fortunatley the weather obliged too and we made our way down the many steps to the beach:
It was great, we had it pretty much to ourselves and soon got creative:
Here's a few Moshi Monsters I did:
It really was lovely down there, we had the rock pools all to ourselves:
I was inspired by the olympics to indulge in a spot of fishing net javelin:
It looked there had been a giant dog on the beach:
Wetsuit catalogue pose:
Fortunatley, the wind didn't change....
A couple of gratuitous close ups:
We even had the forethought to bring some luch down with us and found a lovely sheltered shelf of sand up in the rocks for our picnic spot.
We had a game of boules all around and up and down the campsite in the afternoon.
Before heading down the beach for a surfing session, we really were dead keen to get surfing again.
The tide was really high and the waves were pretty wild, people were getting picked up and shot onto the beach all over the place, it was wild! I loved it, declaring conditions as 'Wicked' and 'Awesome' amongst other things.
I though it was maybe a little bit too crazy and diverted my efforts into making a sea defence wall to hide behind out of sand.
We had an early morning trip down the beach on Friday to asses low tide conditions for a cave trip. Things look good to begin with.
Until a massive wave came rushing up the gap and nearly swept us off our feet!
Me and Dad thought it was hilarious.
Mum and I weren't quite so amused!
So we headed for the relative calmer waters of the big low tide swimming pool instead.
It took a while to get us all up the rocks and down into the water but once we were all in we were loving it!
Especially when it started raining and all the lightweights cleared off, we had it all to ourselves.
We had a little trip out later on to Watergate Bay and then Fistral, just for a look around:
So then it was saturday, our last day.
Boooo! Rubbish or what?
We certainly made the best of it though, the sun was out so down the beach we went again.
We got a great spot, our own little sandy cove with a big old pool left by the outgoing tide, perfect place to perfect my snorkelling technique:
We then headed over to the low tide pool again for some snorkelling.
And I paddled my surfboard all around it.
Before we took on one of the narrower gaps through the rocks which I was really pleased with myself about.
We headed back to our beach camp area and Dad and I got involved in a rather pointless competition to see who could place a sandcastle highest on the rocks behind us....I won of course!
So that was the end of a great week, no arguing, no telling off, no naughty steps...nothing.
Indeed, we all did very well this time around, weird huh?
And in one last brilliant twist we didn't have to go home via the pub for dinner and held out for a Macdonalds on the motorway services instead....brilliant.
Sunday was a very lazy day indeed, as you might expect.
Then today it was off to Auntie Christines...once she had remembered!
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