Well here we are in wonderful Cornwall and it’s blowing a gail and raining. Why does this always happen when I’m on holiday? I could go to the Bahamas and I’d end up in the middle of a hurricane. The only time this might be of benefit is if I were going storm chasing but I’m not.
We’ve actually brought the dog with us, who is having, like, the best time evah! She likes beaches, doesn’t like the sea and shows her like of somewhere by belching, loudly. So far we’ve done just about everything you can do in Cornwall with dog, this includes lands end.
Seriously disappointed that there is so little to do with dogs. Most of them are better behaved than kids. Fistral beach for example, pissed up rich kids a plenty. Although the dog was allowed on the beach, she also had fun.
Looking forward to week two, 9 days of doing nothing. Bliss!
