Anyway, one of the things I have done during my little break from the wonderful world of telling the whole internets about my life is going to Cornwall. Me and the boy took a little trip down to Bude over the Bank Holiday weekend and while the weather wasn't great the holiday was.
I had never been to Cornwall before so when I got a cheap hotel deal emailed to me I jumped at the chance! It was a perfect little mini break before our Spanish fiesta in a couple of weeks.
We left on the Friday lunchtime, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed (what?) and eager to get there.
We arrived at gone 6, bleary-eyed, soggy-tailed and nearly sick after a bus journey from hell (the girl next to me actually did throw up which didn't help matters).
Anyway, we had arrived so after throwing our stuff into our room (which was very nice by the way) and freshening up a bit we headed off for a little explore.
I don't know if any of you have been to Bude but it is tiny. Our exploring was done after about 15 minutes and had led us to a delightful little bistro with one table left - fate! After a yummy fish pie and a couple of G&T's we wandered to the beach, but got waylaid by an Irish gypsy.
He told us his name was Paddy, or Seamus, and from them on he got pretty hard to understand. I will bulletpoint the information I gleaned:
- He was in prison
- I have a kind heart
- He was a boxer
- He has a kind heart
- He is a good person really
- Boyfriend should look after me because....I have a kind heart
By this point (about half past 8 haha) we were exhausted so staggered back to our hotel, had a bath and got an early night.
After a lazy morning we spent the saturday walking around the cliffs and the town and generally stuffing our faces with Cornish goodness (lots of pasties and clotted cream and ice cream). The weather was pretty pants - here's a picture of me looking like a fool in my super cool anorak:
As you can see....fairly bedraggled. We also spent the Sunday wandering around the canal and the cliffs in the sunshine (yes! sunshine! really!) before stopping for lunch and this lovely view:
In the afternoon we hopped on the bus, and then the train for a much more relaxed and lovely journey back to Bristol.
It was a fab weekend, I put on about a stone and attempted to eat my bodyweight in clotted cream which is fairly mandatory for a Cornish holiday I think.
It was the first proper weekend away for me and the boy and we loved it and will be looking out for cheap hotels again i'm sure! Expect to hear me wanging on about Spain lots over the coming couple of weeks...I am getting VERY excited!
