Nothing particulalry exciting to report prior to our half term holiday I don't think. Ooops, I mentioned our half term holiday didn't I?
I think it's probably safe to start talking about it again now, I think Mum and Dad have calmed down a bit.
Yeah, we were a bit, ummm, lively on holiday.
A bit of a handfull perhaps?
Maybe a little trying on occasions maybe?
It's okay though, I think everyone has got over it and the strained vocal chords have settled back down again.
So then, we went on holiday for half term week and after much deliberation about where we should go we settled for Croyde in Devon where we usually go camping.
But this time we were staying in a lodge, or a 'modge' or indeed a 'splodge'
So as soon as my first ever Junior school disco was finished on Friday night we were off (the disco was brilliant by the way).
So it was very late when we finally arrived in Devon. We'd invited Andy and Owen down for the weekend so they could catch a few waves but they'd been in the pub so long waiting for us that they appeared to have caught a rather severe bout of drunken-ness instead.
The lodge was lovely, and unlike the tent we didn't have to spend an hour setting it up in the dark.
There was even a firendly local cat that I loved. We didn't get time properly aquaint ourselves though as we were packed off to bed.
Next morning the weather was lovely and once the Tesco man had delivered our food and drink for the week, we got the wetsuits on and hit the beach:
Well, Ned did, I decided to go with my Peppa Pig sunsuit instead:We had a good time on the beach, with digging, splashing, long jumping and all the usual other seaside stuff.
Which this time also included kite flying, or more accuratley trying to dive bomb people on the beach. On one occasion that someone being me..thanks Owen.
What with that and the aerial onslaught of the whistling bomb we were nervous wrecks by the time we retired back to the lodge.
The lodge was a great place for skateboarding:
And scooter riding (video at the end).
It was also a pretty good place to get your snuggle on:
Our two guests had to leave early on Sunday, which was a shame, we had loads of cool things left to eat and the sun was still out!
We went to the Big Sheep for the day, I was really excited about this one.
Yeah, me too, we took our seats just after we arrived for the duck show:
Only to find out we could actually participate and stand on the coolest gate that the sheep dog herded the ducks through:
There was a smart swing/roundabout type of thing, I had loads of goes, until it got too windy:
I got to feed a baby lamb, I was so excited, it had a super powerful suck though:
And while Ellis was doing that, Dad and I went to the Laser shooting thing. It was brilliant, we got a gun and a sensor to wear on our heads and then headed out into the wilderness to shoot each other (and anyone else we found there too). There was a huge area to explore, with parked up tanks, landed helicopter, look out posts, everything. I totally loved it and could have spent days in there.
It was pretty bumpy accross the field but great fun:
We stopped off at the pub for a meal on the way back in the evening, it was lovely too. I had Garlic bread and chips.
And I had a monster spaghetti bolognese (which I finished off).
And in a major turn of events, no one spilt a drink over Mum.
Life in the lodge was very comfortable it has to be said, we had a lovely room each, a nice big telly to watch and a full range of cooking facilities so Dad could keep us fed and watered.
Here we are tucking into a delicious hot chocolate, well, I think it's a hot chocolate somewhere under all those marsh mallows:
We'd just got back from the swimming pool, it's only just accross the road in the main holiday park. We love the pool there.
Even if Dad did accidentally 'slip' when he was getting sat down on the flume slide and chased down almost straight after me!
We went out for a walk in the sunshine.
I was desperate to go up in the dunes to see if we could look down on our lodge....we could:
My coolest picture ever I reckon?
We carried on, accross the beach and through the rockpools on the other side, Mum and I taking the most dangerous route I could possibly pick, before we headed back up to civilisation.
And an ice cream, with a view:
As if we hadn't done enough walking already, Dad insisted we carry on up to the top of baggy point at the far end of the beach.
I was pretty much up for it, it was cool when we got to the top:
We could see right over the beach to the road we come in on, the campsite, the swimming pool, everything.
The walk back down was pretty good too, except I had insisted on wearing my crocs which were pretty slippery on the mud and wet stone path:
And a childrens entertainer and disco. We had such a good night out it, silly games, dancing I loved it.
So did I, almost as much as the 2p falls machines in the arcades. We did okay on them too, well I won a packet of parma violets that I managed to tip off...
....and I won a mouse keyring. Dad reckons it only cost him about a fiver too!
We had a day trip to Ilfracoombe:
I came third in all three heats, Dad and Owen thought i'd done brilliantly but I was in all sorts of trouble, crying and everything. I thought i'd done badly because everyone was getting so close to me. They pointed out how well i'd done by pedalling hard and fighting for my results and I felt a little better about it all. I just missed out in the final and came fourth, but everyone was still pleased, Dad reckons today was the first time i'd really raced and not just rode the track. Having Owen along was really good too, we had plenty of fun and games and he had plenty of useful advice and opinions too. It was also great during practice as I had him and Dad to race against. I should also mention a young lad down there called Travis Wilson as well, he's only 8 but jumped the biggest double on the whole track, it was awesome. Remember where you heard the name first when he's the next Maris Strombergs or Danny Hart.
The open fields at the bottom were much steeper than this picture makes them look, we steamed down in record time and it took Mum and Dad ages to catch up:
That evening we had a trip to the clubhouse on the main site, Mum and Dad wanted to play bingo for some reason? Anyway, we didn't care about that as there was an arcade!
And a childrens entertainer and disco. We had such a good night out it, silly games, dancing I loved it.
So did I, almost as much as the 2p falls machines in the arcades. We did okay on them too, well I won a packet of parma violets that I managed to tip off...
....and I won a mouse keyring. Dad reckons it only cost him about a fiver too!
We had a day trip to Ilfracoombe:
We went to the aquarium, it looked quite small on the outside so we thought it might not be all that interesting....we were wrong.
It was brilliant, we had the place pretty much to ourselves and the young chap working there was well up for answering as many questions as I could throw at him, brilliant. All the fish they had were local to Devon rivers, estuaries and the sea which made it all the more interesting.
We even got to see a weaver fish, who had stung Andy back in the summer in Cornwall. We watched how they buried themsleves in the sand waiting for an unsuspecting foot to land on them.
They had spines all the way along their back but we learned that only the front few, which were coloured black, actually did the stinging.
Then it was onboard a boat for a trip up the coastline. It was good, we made sure we sat up on the top, so it was bit blowy but a much better vantage point.
You could see all the way over to South Wales which we thought was pretty cool. We chugged along the coastline and saw some really big cliffs...which had sheep half way up them, eating tuffets of grass, they must have been really hungry!
We also saw abandonned mine's from the olden days.
And a waterfall dropping into the sea.
But best of all I spotted a porpoise swimming along, I was really chuffed.
If I had known what a porpoise was, I may have seen it too?
Rock pool exploration was once again on the agenda, but I took it to a whole new level of commitment this time:
And that was pretty much that.
There's a few more photo's in the album here if you want to have a look:
Halloween was cancelled this year apparently?
When we were home we had Monday off too, with Dad. No surprises then, it was trip to the pumptrack.
The bike riding was okay, the park next it was okay, but what was really brilliant was this cat who appeared. He had a few laps of the track with me before a go on the climbing frame and then off through the woods for a bit.
Before he came back and had a nice lie down right on top of the first jump! Pump track cat was pretty good fun actually!
Back to school on Wednesday then, boo.
I didn't mind, we had a visit from the fire brigade. We got to sit up in the engine and have a look at all their stuff.
Once I was out of school I was straight back to practicing my new passion, skateboarding. I love it, and i'm getting pretty good as well.
Mr Jones made a bonfire for us at school on Friday, it was really good to watch.
As a warm up for tonights school firework display. We gathered quite a gang of family and friends together to go, but sadly it was chucking it down with rain.
Yeah, it was brolly time for sure, which pleased me no end.
There was a lovely big fire to stand around, but it was a shame it was so dark and everyone was so well wrapped up you couldn't really recognise anyone.
The fireworks themselves were pretty good to a point, but by all accounts the three big finale ones were too soggy to light..shame.
We headed home for food, drink and sweets, leftover from the cancelled Halloween I think.
We had a rather unfortunate incident with my swimming hat, it ended up in the wash. It went all wrinkly and out of shape, there was no way I was going to get it on my head thats for sure. Luckily Dad found this rather fetching pick hat and goggles set in the Tesco bargain bucket:
The weekend then, no plans...what were we going to do?
How about BMX racing? Yeah, why not.
Mum and I decided we'd rather go off down town and get me a haircut.
So we took Owen with us for a boys outing to the track. I was dead excited on the way down and couldn't wait to get going. Here I am looking cool, calm and collected in the pens before the first race:
As usual, I had to race up in the 8 year old category, so there was plenty of competition:I came third in all three heats, Dad and Owen thought i'd done brilliantly but I was in all sorts of trouble, crying and everything. I thought i'd done badly because everyone was getting so close to me. They pointed out how well i'd done by pedalling hard and fighting for my results and I felt a little better about it all. I just missed out in the final and came fourth, but everyone was still pleased, Dad reckons today was the first time i'd really raced and not just rode the track. Having Owen along was really good too, we had plenty of fun and games and he had plenty of useful advice and opinions too. It was also great during practice as I had him and Dad to race against. I should also mention a young lad down there called Travis Wilson as well, he's only 8 but jumped the biggest double on the whole track, it was awesome. Remember where you heard the name first when he's the next Maris Strombergs or Danny Hart.
By the time i'd havd my morning kip we didn't leave for town for ages. We saw some nice girly things in some of the shops and then I had my hair done, cool. Dad and Ned were back before we were so at least I didn't have to walk home as they came to pick us up.
We had a brief aborted trip to finally buy some curtains on Sunday morning.
Yeah, thanks Ellis, we'll have another shivering cold winter of meal times now because of you.
Still, we watched the new(ish) Yogi bear film in the afternoon, we loved it.