A holiday in October means there is no guarantee of the weather (not that there is any time in the UK really). The night we arrived in Wales, I stayed up late till high tide as we had arrived just in time for Storm Brian and the caravan site was on flood alert. I wanted to go to bed knowing that we weren’t going to float off in the night – we didn’t. The next day was still really blowy with showers so, not wanting to stay in the caravan all day, we drove to West Shore Beach at Llandudno.
My last post on our trip to Whitby will be much shorted than I anticipated. I had planned a visit to the Dinosaur and Fossil Museum in Robin Hood’s Bay, then a walk across the clifftops to Boggle Hole and back again along the beach. However, waking up for our last, fun filled day, I found myself pretty poorly, so the walk was out of the question.
Back in August, I decided I wanted to take Rowan away for a couple of days before he started school. Rick doesn’t get as many holidays as me, so leaving him at home with Rocky and Pebble, we headed to North Yorkshire and the lovely seaside town of Whitby. Traffic on the A64 meant the drive took a lot longer than we thought, so we arrived much later than we had planned. We were determined to make the most of our time there though. After dropping our things at the bed and breakfast, we set out to explore the town.
This is the last of my posts about our holiday in Cornwall, but I couldn’t leave out the beautiful little cove at the bottom of the road where we were staying in St Agnes.
We found ourselves here a number of evenings and one drizzly afternoon. The cove itself is surrounded by high cliffs, at the top of which is the South West Coastal Path, but for each visit, we satisfied ourselves with exploring what the beach had to offer.
One slightly cloudy, rain threatened day on our Cornwall holiday, we decided to take a stroll along part of the South West Coast Path. Originally created by coastguards on patrol, the 630 mile path runs from Minehead in Somerset, round the Cornish peninsula to Poole Harbour in Dorset. Our walk was to be much shorter, from Mawgan Porth to Bedruthan Steps and back again.
After returning from a week long family holiday in Cornwall with Anma, Gangan and Auntie Kaz, it has taken me a bit to get back into things. Cornwall is a beautiful place, so different to the Lake District, yet with the same ability to make me feel relaxed and at home. The beaches and surf, rugged coastline, big skies and magical place names evoke a sense of calm and peace yet at the same time, adventure and excitement. We had a fantastic week. Continue reading
On Saturday we decided to take the dogs somewhere we could let them off the leads and let them have a big run. Rocky loves the seaside, getting his paws wet and splashing about in the surf whereas Pebble prefers mooching and sniffing around, so we chose to visit the National Trust site at Formby. That way we could take in a woodland walk and stroll down the beach at one location, and maybe spot a red squirrel in the process.