Going way back to pre-holiday business, I had my last few days at Dragon club. What a great time I had too. I played the witches cat in our play and when Dad and Ellis came to get me I still had my whiskers drawn on and was wearing the tail and ears i'd made for the part. I wanted to keep them on to go home but we were on the bikes, alas the tail kept getting caught in the back wheel and the ears interfered with my helmet so it was a bit of a non starter. We did have a nice ride home along the canal though, even if Dads route wasn't much of a short cut. I even managed my first proper bunny hop on the bike, Dad was well pleased. .
We're both getting very fussy about our clothes these days, I like Ned to pick mine for me but if he doesn't I make sure whatever Mum or Dad has chosen is rejected.
And I will only wear shorts, preferably camoflauge ones at that!
So on Friday once we'd finished nursery and club it was home to pack for holidays! Everyone at Dragon club said they had been very pleased to meet me and hoped i'd be back to see them again soon.
I had my last day in the Ladybirds room at nursery, moving on, i'm growing up you know!
Mum was still at work so it was down to us lot to make sure we had everything.We filled the car up, and then wedged even more stuff in it before heading off to pick Mum up and then heading on to Andy's to travel down with him (he made sure our bikes were okay on the rack on the back of the car, so a very important job).
We got to the caravan pretty late, but there was no way I was tired enough to turn in for the night! I had my first night in a bed rather than the confines of the cot to exploit, and I made sure I did just that. I kept getting up out of bed and having a run about, it was great fun, right up to around 2:30 in the morning when Dad caught me red handed trotting towards Andy asleep in the living room.
Hmm, she kept me awake for a little while but I knew I needed all my energy for our busy days.
Anyway, here we are cosied up in my top bunk:
We embraced the outdoor life with some rather unorthodox al-fresco darts:
We had a bounce before entering the Maize Maze:
We had to collect 10 stamps from inside the maze, some of them were ven collected on the leaflet we were give....ahem.
After just 2 Hours, 41 minutes and 55 seconds we were all done and very pleased with ourselves:
Those of us who still had energy after all that had a space hopper race:
And then common sense finally prevailed and we headed off for a well earned cold drink:
We had barbecues of course, here I am proudly showing off my empty bread roll as i'd eaten the meat of course! Why do they still bother giving me the bread with my meat:
Yeah well you were lucky to get anything at all, i'd been hit witht the puking bug and was on a food ban that day.
Of course, no trip to Cornwall would be complete without a few trips to Crealy would it?
Of course not:
I got all brave in one fo the playgrounds and wdecided I wanted a go on the vertical drop slide. Dad took me to the top and dangled me over the edge as far as his arms could stretch before letting me go, plunging downwards at a hell of a rate before coming to a stop and the realisation that I didn't really enjoy it very much at all.
We went on the rockpool ramble at Constantine bay with the beach ranger, i'm not sure how good a ranger he actually was as I saw him get nipped quite badly by a crab!
We had a good old explore around the rock pools, not quite as closely as Dad did though, he decided to throw himslef in them.....twice!
I got drafted into the elite surf check club as Dad and I made frequent trips accross the headland by bike (which he loved, almost as much as riding to the bins):
I got drafted into the elite surf check club as Dad and I made frequent trips accross the headland by bike (which he loved, almost as much as riding to the bins):
We indulged in a cream tea of course:
Exlplored some of the ancient architecture:
And went to stare down a great big hole in the hillside at Trevone, that went right down to the sea at the bottom, it was great:
We had a trip out to Newquay zoo, once we'd stumbled accross the skatepark mind you:
Here's a few dodgy looking specimens:
I had a bit of a chase game with the lion:
And we watched the penguins, playing in their pool for ages as it was being filled up with jets of water that they seemed to love.
We also managed to get down to the beach for a barbecue and camp fire, with a bit of hole digging thrown in for good measure........
......which Dad very nearly broke his leg falling down while setting up the camera for this picture:
It got rather late, so Ellis and I chilled out a bit and I even saw a shooting star!
We had a silly close up picture session with Mum:
We pulled some faces:
I got to get some lovely close ups of my nose scab that I aquired tripping over some flat tarmac:
We pulled even more silly faces:
And then I decided to take a few pictures too:
This being my best I reckon:
The first week was over and we bid a fond farewell to all our friends who were headed back while we had to tough it out for another week.......thanks a lot for your company chaps!
Yeah, and the Maoam's!
We were soon joined by Auntie Christine and Uncle Ian for a few days though, we took them to the beach:
Dad and I went for a swim in the big rockpool after some serious climbing to get there. I didn't like it all that much truth be told....
I stayed on ground level with the others, much better bet, even if the cave was a bit scary at first:
We also took them to Polzeath.....hooray!
We also took them to Polzeath.....hooray!
And on the way back we stopped of in Padstow, and waved Mum, Dad and Ned off for a trip on the speedboat:
It was brilliant fun, we went super fast a swerved in between all the other boats out on the sea. I made sure we sat at the fornt of the boat as the driver man said that was where it was most bumpy!
We let them have a day off on their own to sit on the beach and soak up the ice cream, I mean sunshine before meeting them at their room in the Harlyn for our evening meal. Once all that was done and dusted we had a nice little walk over the beach before leaving them for their last night. A brief stay for them, but they seemed to have the best of the weather!
I was forced to take charge of the situation as the holiday went on and decided a list of things to do would be a good idea. The first item to tick off was my suggestion of a sunset walk. By the time this picture was taken however it was pretty dark.....
Another trip to Crealy was of course in order, I was still up for it even after the trauma of the vertical slide:
Another item on the list was a visit to the bike park/track, I reckon Dad must have slipped that one in. I warmed up before we left with a few jumps at the campsite:
So with the boys off biking, mum and I got busy with a bag full of snack food and choccy! It must have been the sweet stuff that encouraged the wasps, netting mum her second sting in as many weeks...ouch!
Once the picnic was ll gone I decided the bikes looked a good bet after all:
Some of the jumps were pretty big, but I made it over all of them:
And picked up plenty of speed on the lower slopes of the course:
A big thanks to Mum and Ellis for sitting there all day while Dad and I played, we'll make it up to you some time or another I reckon.
The park in Wadebridge provided more entertainment than we'd held out hope for:
I'm almost there when it comes to swinging across the monkey bars:
Even the shopping was bearable, we wandered into a guitar shop where all the people that were 'working' there were just sat about playing music with each other. I loved the idea of that and decided it was a pretty good career path.
I whiled away many happy hours looking after baby and taking her for a walk around:
Our last day was a rather windy affair, we went for a walk that grown ups would probably describe as 'bracing' or something equally ridiculous like that.
But all routes lead to Gary's shop, hooray! Haven't mentioned Gary yet have I? He's my most favourite shop keeper in the world, ever. Not sure why he keep son about the Rams but hey ho...anyway, he had jawbreakers in stock:
The wind eventually died down in the afternoon and we got dragged down the beach for a final play.
The wind eventually died down in the afternoon and we got dragged down the beach for a final play.
They had red flagged the beach the sea was so rough but we still had a paddle, and I even made sure I got my head wet by crouching down and diving through a few waves. I decided against surfing though, looked a bit mushy even for me.
I decided against the beach to be honest, I was frozen and huddled up with Mum while Ned and Dad dug the sand from around us, making us our own little island, with a fortified wall and everything.
We went back to the caravan, part of the deal was a hot chocolate for any returning chilly beach goers, so Dad started it off and then went and had a shower leaving mum in charge. Bad move, there was more hot chocolate tipped over the work tops and floor than actually made it into the cups and then the soggied botom of the sugar bag let go to compound the misery...oops!
Once all that was cleared up we packed the car and left pretty late, we got woken up in the car for a McDonalds at half nine and finally arrived home at about 1:30 in the morning...yawn!
What a good time we had, I got plenty of driving done around the campsite too. I drove Dad's car, Alan's Car, Owen's car, Andy's car and uncle Ian's car too. Probably more different cars in a week than Clarkson!
And I pushed the envelope of staying up late to the absoloute limit, although any thought of putting me in a bed when I got home were firmy quashed due to my inability to settle...oops! I wasn't that bad.
So we were all back home by saturday morning, we had a lie in, watched some telly and then headed off to the pub to see everyone, it was certainly good to catch up with Max again. We organised a few races and press ganged a few reluctant grown ups into competing, that was funny.
Sunday then, another lie in, we've quite accustomed to getting up late during our holiday so that was no problem.
We went to watch the last round of the national BMX championships in Bournemouth on Sunday afternoon, another treat for Mum and Ellis there then! It was really good actually, there were loads of young uns like me racing and I certainly want a crack at it myself. I asked Dad plenty of questions about it all (maybe a few too many).
I thought it was okay to a point, but decided to have a kip in my buggy instead. I woke up when Ned had a go on this though:
Ha ha, it was pretty good, even of the man in charge of it was a grumpy git!
We had an extra day off on monday, so just for a change we got up late and in the afternoon we had a trip to Snelsmore with the bikes. Mum decided it was high time I got pedalling, and I did to a point but didn't really have the desire to keep it going all the while I could get a push.
So I was back to nursery on Tuesday, to my new grown up room. I was a bit reluctant at first but soon forgot Dad was even there.....
And I went out with Grandad and Anne on the train to Reading! Excellent, Grandad had plenty of train information for me and I lapped it all up. Got some new gear too for me and Ellis of course, lovely. Going out with them again tomorrow......
Oh yeah, keep your eyes peeled for a video to follow soon too.....
