I’ve been a shite blogger of late, sozzles for that. But I have discovered a new talent – scoffing Cornish cream teas and clotted cream rum and raisin ice cream. Yum yum!
I’m just back from a four-day staycation in Bude, Cornwall, where the sun shone, the sand got stuck between my toes, the wind whipped my face and my mouth fell open at the stunning scenery.
I always think a holiday isn’t a proper holiday unless you use a plane to get there and have to speak a foreign language. Not so. Four days in Cornwall was relaxing, interesting and fun and I hereby pledge to have more staycations in the future.
Best bits of the hols included a trip to Tintagel Castle, down the coast from Bude, and one of the most romantic places in the country, apparently. It also has links o King Arthur and we were able to venture into Merlin’s Cave, underneath the coastal cliffs and castle ruins above us. The sea was a fresh blue colour, to match the sky, and we could see for miles. A Cornish pasty, cream tea and rum and raisin ice cream also added to the experience. We stopped at Crackington Haven on the way home and watched the sun setting on a sandy beach. Nice.
We also did a canal walk from Breakwater Road, Bude, which meets the sea, and was home to Wharfinger, the cottage we stayed in. We took another cream tea at the canal’s end and then came back via the coastal path just north of Widemouth Bay, taking in yet more stunning scenery and while I ate a fair lot of my own hair (mega windy!) it was worth it to see waves crash against rock and birds hovering above us as they eyed up their prey.
And of course we dipped our toes in the sea, played fetch on the sand and clambered in and out of rock pools. This was Ralphie’s (11-month-old Cocker Spaniel) first official holiday too and he lapped it up. Needless to say he slept the whole of the five-hour journey home, recovering from all those walkies – and a few icecream cones, chips and pasty pastry. Yes, I’m a bad dog owner, but he deserved spoiling on his holidays too.
I was chuffed at how dog friendly Cornwall is too; every pub is kitted out with doggy water bowls and four-legged friends are encouraged onto the beaches, on leads over the summer, and there are plenty of restaurants that don’t mind your doggies joining you for dinner. And this was important to me; I get a lot of pleasure out of Ralphie and enjoy it even more if he can holiday with us.
Definitely more staycations to come! (And thanks to mum for coughing up for a lovely holiday cottage in a perfect location and for booking four days of solid sunshine.)
Oh, and maybe you can help settle a family debate over the holiday. Cream teas – jam or cream first on your scones?