Fun on the Cornish Coast

Hols, Mark, Sam and the dogs started the journey a little earlier than us but we all managed to find each other in the pub right next to the campsite where we had a few beers and ate some monster munch. Hols had found a very conveniently located campsite in Poole – Beacon Hill Touring Park that was quiet and had charming little pitches hidden in the woods. Unfortunately it’s far from charming guests weren’t too pleased the next morning to find the dogs off leads, barking at The Hornet and jumping in the pond. We didn’t stay long. 

Off to Cornwall we went. An unfortunate spillage of red wine in Waky required a good clean up job in Corinne’s garden rather than the jaunt to Mark’s grandparents. So we left the others to it and amused ourselves after the cleanup with pints in the sunshine and a quick stint at the owl sanctuary! Owlly was very excited.

That night Thai was on the menu. Corinne found us a great place to eat in Truro where we joined up with her sister. I drove us home via a huge supersomething where we picked up wine and Crabbies and lots of chocolates. Unfortunately Timbo wasn’t very well but an early retirement to Waky did the trick.

The next morning we pottered around Corinne’s beautiful cottage before heading out to sample breakfast at a beach hut where Mark used to work. 

An exquisite veggie breakfast gave us the energy to surf sinkholes, jump rock pools, and once again tease the muts with The Hornet. After some dozing with Corona in the sunshine we headed to one of Mark’s old locals which had a bouncy castle in the car park and Mark even got recognised by a few old faces.

And this was where we departed. The others decided to hold on for another day or so, but we needed to head back for work the next day. We tried so hard to find a place to eat with some evening sunshine on the A303 and then as luck would have it, we found our very own American diner in the heart of Devon that had just about everything you could imagine on the menu and came complete with milkshakes, stacks of onion rings, iconic American wall hangings and amazingly sticky ribs! How we can’t wait to head that way again.

New Forest Autumn camping party

We had arranged to meet Sam & JC at Hurst view campsite after work on the Friday. A rainy start had us all huddled up together in Waky, making use of max seating arrangements with 2 on the backseat, 2 on the buddy bench and the table full up with the delights of wine, dairy milk goodies and after a while, some of the more desirable spirits. This was our first time altogether in Waky!

In the morning we cycled to Lymington along the sea wall, where we climbed around in the viewing dens and made friends with local wildlife before finding a pub that served scampi! In order to make full use of all available sun, we picked a table at the front and drank beer in the sunshine.













On the way back to camp we cycled via Waitrose where we bought a gift for each other and treats for the night’s dinner. Unfortunately I drunkenly mistook the barrel of King Edwards potatoes for sweet potatoes which did fox me and JC a little later that night, when our potatoes were taking just as long to cook as the others and never changed from white!



Being autumn we had to try our hand at finding a few mushrooms before we left, and on the way back to Lyndhurst we got lucky with some very nice looking pradjeviks which we sneaked into Waky and back home.