Saturday, 1 September 2012

Oh I Do Like to be Beside the Seaside.....

Well we've returned from our time away in Cornwall, and what a jolly time we had.  

Mr Y was born and bred in Cornwall, in a little village called Probus, to be precise.  I've always loved the county and had family holidays there long before I met my other half.  So many beautiful places to visit and such freedom and space for the little Y's to run around in.   

Sundays at home in Cornwall are my favourite.  Invariably, we head down to the beach to have a long walk before people start arriving to stake their claim on a patch of sand for the day. 

Last Sunday was no different and, up bright and early, we set foot on the sand at 7.15, the lovelies taking off at lightning speed to dip their toes in the ice cold Atlantic!  When the tide is fully out, Perranporth offers miles of beautiful golden sands, nothing like the stones and shingle offered up at our nearest coastal resort.  Mr Y, being raised so close to the sea, is a great lover of the crashing waves and so took the girls right into the surf – he could have done with being a little more suitably dressed, shirt and suit trousers not being typical paddling attire!

I’m not a sea lover and my shoes stayed firmly on my feet, nice and dry, thank you very much :o)  I have a great aversion to the seaweed that floats around your legs when paddling – even the thought of it as I type makes me shudder, daft I know, but a fact none the less! 

After the beach, it was time to head back home for a warm bath to “de-sand” before a beautiful roast turkey dinner and an afternoon of peace and quite.

Here are a few snaps of the day.....Blogger has done something funny to the size and order and I'm too tired to correct it :o)








We spent bank holiday Monday in Penzance where the weather let us down and we got well and truly soaked.  I bought myself a new umbrella, my other one having done that highly annoying turning inside out trick!  When I got back to the car, I some how managed to shut said new brolly in the closure of the boot – not happy!  I was quite chuffed though to see the post box that had been painted gold in celebration of the gold medal won by Helen Glover in the rowing.


  
I loved our time away.  I didn’t take any knitting with me so had an entire week off – a real rarity and a treat for my tired hands. 

As I'm sure everyone does, I've come back to Suffolk with a right bump and have certainly hit the ground running and have an ironing mountain to climb - I HATE ironing :o) 






5 comments:

  1. Photographs are fabulous - love the gold post box!
    Liz @ Shortbread & Ginger

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  2. Looks like you had a most wonderful time. My grand-daughter is called Caitlin!
    Julie xxxxxx

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  3. Can't beat a walk along the beach before the hoards arrive :)

    Still waiting to see a gold postbox - I don't think Suffolk has won a gold medal yet though :(

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  4. Lovely photo's, sounds like a great break :) x

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  5. The photos are beautiful - you have really captured the serenity of the place. Wish I was walking that beach right now.
    X

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