Cornwall & More

Yippeee we finally made it to Cornwall,the camp that was put on hold.
The weather is glorious on our arrival and the site is very peacefull.We are not the only campers we have several other tenters caravanners and motorhomers for company.Many of whom have taken up late season special offers.On talking with fellow campers we are suprised to find that they had the mother of all storms last night.The weather report for the week is looking rather soggy.Not put off in the slightest as we have waited far to long for this break.

The site littlewinnick is in the beautiful district of St Austell.A site we would readily come back to.
There are plenty of walks from site and it also boasts direct access to the Pentewen Cycle Trail.We walked to Pentewan beach which also had a quaint pub

Although our week was at the end of the holiday season we still found there was plenty to do and see,the benefit we found was no queues or bustle.Just what we both really needed.
We spent our days wandering around the harbours and small villages.Where we were very impressed with the meals on offer.Our evenings were spent relaxing in the tent planning where to go tomorrow.

We were asked by familly to stay in contact whilst we were away.So to give them piece of mind,we took along our laptop and skyped our elderly parents from the tent.Their reactions were pure amazement as we gave them a guided tour of our home from home for the week.

As with all holidays it comes to an end so much quicker than you want it to.We brought back the usual gifts and information packs however I also came home with a new hobby.Having fell in love with the many driftwood sculptures that are in every shop window.I decided to try my hand at making a driftwood tree.I ordered the driftwood from the internet and set to, working out where and how I would have the space I needed..Hubby has set me up in a small garden shed.So once again I have another sanctuary.

I'm really enjoying working with driftwood,I have found it to be very relaxing.I've also found an artistic side that has been buried deep within me.Family and friends have suggested selling my items but I'm just happy doing what I do for now.Maybe one day I will though at the moment I don't need the stress of another job,which i'm sure it would turn into eventually and the added risk of losing my enjoyment.I might add that I have not had any panic attacks,since I put my mind to work on my new hobby.

Our latest camping trip took us to the coast,yes I know not the weather for the seaside.However I had other plans.Finally managing to get a pitch here Graffitoe Farm ( awesome views of the beach ).Quite a lot of the open all year sites were waterlogged and we struggled to find a coastal site.

Kind of like two birds one stone,I decided to see if I could collect some driftwood from the nearby beaches.I did manage to source enough to make a small item.Yet to be decided though.I felt like a bigkid again running up and down the beach without a care in the world.How I needed that.Hubby also had his turn at being a bigkid, catching waves as they came crashing in.Though one wave has cost us a new camera,we had lots of fun and came back wet through of our own choosing.

The weather again was suprisingly mild for November. Views were amazing and again no hustle and bustle.We were the only Tent and had one caravan for company.Again another site I would really like to return to.

Watch this space.

My next blog will cover the trials of a new year camp.
I may also set up a page to display my handmade driftwood collection.

If you have time I would really like your feedback on my blog

Goodbye Lincoln,Hello TT

 With only a few weeks to go to our week away in Scotland to our horror we discover Lincoln is unwell.The dreaded damp has appeared.The hubby says it would be an easy fix but we are short of time.Our holiday fund would be compromised and with the rising cost of fuel ,the decision is made to say goodbye to Lincoln and look for an alternative.Lincoln is sold onto a lovely couple who are aware of his problem,they have dealt with damp before and promise to look after him.

After searching for alternatives we decide on a trailer tent,we loved the canvas awning and knew the benefits of canvas.We would still be sleeping off the ground and have space not only to move around in but to keep it at home.

We found one for sale locally had a viewing and brought it home.

Now after selling off our caravan gear that was no longer required we had surplus pennies to purchase the side bars for storage enabling us to manouvre the TT into our back garden.

Boy is it big,when fully opened we could of had a party inside.However there was work to be done to make it ours and enjoy the space.Firstly the hubby fitted an EHU followed by a water tap.Carpets and sofa were snapped up in local camping shops.Extra pegs and Delta's were purchased this is a lot of canvas to protect.

Finally we were ready,just one thing remained a quick trial away locally to check  if it's fully waterproof.

Conway Mirage TT

Love it or Hate it !

  OK so the parents have been happy to let us store Lincoln at their home.We have spent many weekends working on Lincoln to achieve that cosy home from home that is safe to be on the roads.The parents have been active in the way that they have thrown ideas into the mix and have genuinely been pleased for us.

The parents are in there early 60's but were still quite active.Dad has been retired for nearly 5 years and has now decided to stop dead in his tracks,much to mother's disapproval.
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We ask them to join us for a weekend away.Now mum is up for it in a flash and usually discusses everything with dad before committing to anything,not this time."Go ahead book us in too"is mum's response.

We set about buying an annexe to give us extra sleeping room,book a site for the four of us for Jubilee Weekend in the hopes that there will be plenty on around ab-out's to please everyone.
The site we chose is Wild Rose  http://www.harrisonholidays.com/accommodation/touring-and-camping.html

 Visit's to the parents are still full of the joys of camping.The list of what they have in the way of camp bed etc. gets talked to the bone.Everyone is excited about the trip and busy trying to organize some sort of itinerary so we see as much as possible .

D-Day arrives and as we pull into the parents drive way.We are greeted by mum at the door.The look on her face says it all,they've had words!
"Dad is still in bed" she reports," he's not into camping or anything else" she adds as she slams the front door closed behind us.

We raise eyebrows to each other just as dad enters the room wearing a large grin on his face.A quick cup of tea drank in silence and we are ready for the off,parents too.

What have we let our selves in for....... What should of been a weekend away for great laughs and days out with those closest to you, is about to become a weekend of walking on eggshells playing piggy in the middle.Not to mention they had both agreed to come along with us for a week in August to Scotland,a payback for their help and looking after Lincoln.

Thankfully they were traveling in their own car as they wanted to bring their own camp gear.Though they have never camped they do seem to have amassed quite a collection.By the time we reached the motorway services at Scotch Corner they seemed to have sorted themselves out.

Or so we thought!

To cut a long mood filled weekend short,Dad did everything in his power to disrupt the itinerary,the sleeping arrangements,food menu's  you name it he found cause for complaint or delay.
Mum however tried her best to ignore his blatant attempts to ruin the weekend.

Glad to be home and having second thoughts about Scotland,we delayed visiting the parents hoping things would revert to normal.
When we did visit however we were shocked to hear from other family members just how much Dad had really enjoyed it.

Mum confirmed that they would not be joining us for Scotland.Relief washed over us, though tinged with sadness that we couldn't enjoy a holiday away with them both.

Mum enjoying the celebrations