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| Toddys ready steady freddy |
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| is this before or after yall group-sang 'crazy in love' by beyonce? after, id say |
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| round two in the back |
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| tintagel castle entrance |
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| goats! |
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| lads on the rocks |
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| samson and i bein casual |
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| old tin mine (i think) at st agnes |
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| hah |
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| freakin hazard |
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| mash on the cliff |
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| cute! |
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| mmm the beach. it looks warmer than it was |
So a few months ago we rented a sweet yellow van from
>These Guys<, the 1980-something bright yellow beast from the photos. The Delboy. Sam's brother Todd was coming back to London for the start of a massive Europe tour, and this long weekend just so happened to be his 30th birthday, so Sam got organising us a birthday roady. So on the Friday afternoon we headed out of London and 3 hours later we were out of London hahaha.
We were heading in the roundabout direction of west, thinking somewhere near Bristol for the first night, and as we were just cruising along not in any particular hurry we stopped off for some roady beers (not Sam as he was driving) and the next few hours were filled with hilarious songs, hello 'Traffic Jam' by Eric Donaldson hahahha. Thanks Toddy, best song ever. We spent the night in Exmoor national park, and after a hilarious and cold and rather wasted attempt at helping Mash and his friend put up their tent in the dark (they ended up combining 2 tents, which was super hilarious to wake up to see, as Sam and I were sleeping in the van).
It was a beautiful view up there, though the weather was getting a bit cloudy on us and rain was forecast, so we headed out and down the hill through some more awesome tunnel-y type tree situations. On the way I looked up some sights to see on the way to Newquay, which we had decided upon as our destination. Always one for some ruins and history, and some good old English Heritage, I found
>Tintagel Castle< which is where King Arthur was rumoured to be born and live etc. Pretty CCOOOOLLLL! It was a really nice spot too, goats running round over the huge big cliffs, really green fields and the stormy skies, it really was worth the steep trek down from the carpark. It was a bit annoying though, as there was a cave down below, called Merlins cave, that was only accessible at low tide, which we'd missed for the day so were unable to go through. Something to think about if anyone reading this wants to go.
From there on to Newquay, were a bunch of campgrounds wouldnt take us due to there being some terrible sounding festival full of confused teenagers booking everywhere, which in the end worked in our favour, as the one we ended up in was pretty cool. Basic, but not rammed with the teen rockers or families, we had a good set up for the next two days.
The next day we drove down to St Agnes, to the Beacon head walk along the coast. Another stunning coast, cliffs, an old tin mine you can walk through, some hazardous death pit halfway along, and more beautiful rocky beachy walks off in all directions. We did one of the walks along the coast, jus a short one, and Sam had decided to bring his bike. Well, who knew vintage Raleigh bikes would work so well on rugged rocky coastal paths. [Instert Borats 'Naaaaaat' joke here] I dunno what happened, but it was hilarious, the chain kept falling off and he kept trying to peddle. Ah well, the bike and Sam are still kickin so I guess it actually did work.
Then on to find an actual place we could all get on our bikes, seeing as we had lugged them all the way from London. Back to the handy book of sights,
>Wild Cornwall< (yep pluggin it, that's how much I like it) and we found a place called Lanhyderock House, which I thought was going to be more like scenic forest bike tracks. Well, Alana was wrong. It had started to drizzle a bit, but we weren't worried, as I said, forest. However it turned out there tracks were like...BMX tracks, or proper mountain biking tracks, oh dear. While I do like biking, I like it on a track to get from A to B, and preferably without speedbumps, them rounded and raised corners, and in a circle. Oh well. The fellas had a fun time speeding around so, totally worth it. And Sam found a watch too, just a cheapo rubber Casio, but still, score.
In the evening we went out to Newquay town, which is apparently known for hosting hens nights or stag do's or whatever, which made for one of them good old people watching nights haha. The campground handily enough had a taxi van service running for pretty cheap, so that was a win.
That brings us to the last day! We packed up our wee camp, and headed south to a place called Perranporth for lunch. It was Toddys birthday day! Everyone got breakfasts but I can never resist a good plate of nachos so had to wait a bit extra, and boy were they worth it hahaha. After a hilarious lunch and a climb around the beach, we headed on towards Penzance and on to the bottom peninsula of Cornwall. First stop, The Minack Theatre and Portcurno beach. Boy was that a pretty beach. We walked down to it from the theatre, which is quite a steep stairway down the cliff-face, but well worth the time, as you get views all down the coast on your way down. We all braved it and jumped in, there were quite a few people down there swimming and lazing around, but it wasn't the warmest of days. First swim of the summer (I think?). By this time we were in a bit of a hurry, as the boys all had to drive back to London after dropping me off in St Mawes. So we drove right to the bottom, to Porthgwarra, had a poke around the beach and the caves, and we're off again! St Mawes bound!
I pointed us in the direction of the King Harry Ferry, the quickest way across to St Mawes, and on to my work where my boss had made us all sammys, cake and some beers out. Lovely.
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