To prove it..
Aug. 9th, 2006 08:03 amV refused to believe I'd been getting up at 8.30 all through the holiday (and waking up at 7!!! ) so here's a post to prove it :-)
Back. Cornwall was wonderful - I may be in love. We were in a little self catering/B and B place near Padstow called (amusingly to me) Polmark House. It was absolutely ideal - cooked breakfast, TV, pool table and an !"honesty bar" (!!!!!! Clearly they didn't get many Scots staying :-) and otherwise you never saw anyone, and it was just like having a country house of your own, complete with maid service, unlimited parking and heated outdoor pool.
200 yards away was the best beach in the world - Harlyn Bay - jagged cliffs, rock pools, coves that got cut off by the tides, swinmy bits, surfy bits, turquoise waters and clifftop walks. Everything someone raised on Enid Blyton could possibly want. Even better when![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
catabolism and estimatelad came over and we played beach tennis till I fell flat in the sand with enthusiasm. Wuff!!
andrewducker grew ever more wistful every day for the doggies on the beach - in his next life he's coming back as an Alsatian. By the end of the holiday, even I could admit that they were sort of sweet when panting with enthusiasm, or expressing extreme reluctance at their owner's projects of getting them to enjoy a nice bracing swim. I tried that one quite a bit on my own Andy doggy and it didn't work (though as I kept trying to explain, once the water's above your testicles, you might as well go the whole way in. Wuss:-)
The beach also sported one pub/shop/takeaway that turned out to do also do live music and a fantastic and cheap carvery. It all reminded me of Queensland: the sandy, easy-going surfy laidbackness of it all. (though not the wind!) I can see how Christina and Doug got converted now.
Padstow was quite staggeringly cute, if covered in tourists like a jam-pot by ants: we didn't get into a Rick Stein restaurant as per The List , but we did get fish and chips (and cod in coriander and sweet potato sauce) which may well have been better. I ate a series of amazing local ice creams (honeycomb, malteser, blackcurrant and cream, apple pie). The Eden Project , the token cultural excursion,was OK - stunning setting and i'm not sorry I went, but a bit of a letdown when you've sen real rainforest perhaps. Afterwards we headed straight for the nearest beach at Par Sands, with very very cold sea, my own personal Eden:-) I also went to a garden south of Truro (Trelissick?) after I'd dropped Andy at the airport - but only did the woodland riverside walk (to the Falmouth car ferry, Chris!) not the actual plants!!
Personal credit time: EuropCar give me the biggest hire car in the world (a Khia? when I had asked for a Golf!) and I coped, even on tiny congested roads. Magnificently in fact. I feel very competent and good about this after 20 years of driving the smallest possible cars :-)
Then I came back via Exeter and Southampton (don't ask) and visited My New House. Which is splendid beyond measure. Really, trulio. Front and back gardens and visitors welcome.
One piece of help needed: new house has no cable, so broadband wil be via phone. I have no experience of this : any recs for suppliers? Also how do I get Sky + to replace my current cable TV , and is that the best choice?
Back. Cornwall was wonderful - I may be in love. We were in a little self catering/B and B place near Padstow called (amusingly to me) Polmark House. It was absolutely ideal - cooked breakfast, TV, pool table and an !"honesty bar" (!!!!!! Clearly they didn't get many Scots staying :-) and otherwise you never saw anyone, and it was just like having a country house of your own, complete with maid service, unlimited parking and heated outdoor pool.
200 yards away was the best beach in the world - Harlyn Bay - jagged cliffs, rock pools, coves that got cut off by the tides, swinmy bits, surfy bits, turquoise waters and clifftop walks. Everything someone raised on Enid Blyton could possibly want. Even better when
catabolism and estimatelad came over and we played beach tennis till I fell flat in the sand with enthusiasm. Wuff!!andrewducker grew ever more wistful every day for the doggies on the beach - in his next life he's coming back as an Alsatian. By the end of the holiday, even I could admit that they were sort of sweet when panting with enthusiasm, or expressing extreme reluctance at their owner's projects of getting them to enjoy a nice bracing swim. I tried that one quite a bit on my own Andy doggy and it didn't work (though as I kept trying to explain, once the water's above your testicles, you might as well go the whole way in. Wuss:-)The beach also sported one pub/shop/takeaway that turned out to do also do live music and a fantastic and cheap carvery. It all reminded me of Queensland: the sandy, easy-going surfy laidbackness of it all. (though not the wind!) I can see how Christina and Doug got converted now.
Padstow was quite staggeringly cute, if covered in tourists like a jam-pot by ants: we didn't get into a Rick Stein restaurant as per The List , but we did get fish and chips (and cod in coriander and sweet potato sauce) which may well have been better. I ate a series of amazing local ice creams (honeycomb, malteser, blackcurrant and cream, apple pie). The Eden Project , the token cultural excursion,was OK - stunning setting and i'm not sorry I went, but a bit of a letdown when you've sen real rainforest perhaps. Afterwards we headed straight for the nearest beach at Par Sands, with very very cold sea, my own personal Eden:-) I also went to a garden south of Truro (Trelissick?) after I'd dropped Andy at the airport - but only did the woodland riverside walk (to the Falmouth car ferry, Chris!) not the actual plants!!
Personal credit time: EuropCar give me the biggest hire car in the world (a Khia? when I had asked for a Golf!) and I coped, even on tiny congested roads. Magnificently in fact. I feel very competent and good about this after 20 years of driving the smallest possible cars :-)
Then I came back via Exeter and Southampton (don't ask) and visited My New House. Which is splendid beyond measure. Really, trulio. Front and back gardens and visitors welcome.
One piece of help needed: new house has no cable, so broadband wil be via phone. I have no experience of this : any recs for suppliers? Also how do I get Sky + to replace my current cable TV , and is that the best choice?
