Last week we returned from a lovely week in North Cornwall, in particular the little hamlet of Rosecare near the village of St.Genny's. We found the cottage online and were pleased that they accepted dogs and had availability during August. When we arrived the cottage was actually prettier than it looked in pictures. 'The Granary' was a section of converted farm buildings with a small courtyard outside and a short walk to a village green and several public footpaths. Rosecare was an ideal base for exploring the local area. Away from the hustle and bustle of the larger towns, Rosecare was a peaceful haven for relaxation and scenic walks.
[caption id="attachment_980" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Granary Cottage in Rosecare, North Cornwall[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_988" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Local views, Rosecare[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_989" align="aligncenter" width="300"] An evening stroll by the cottage[/caption]
Now, being known as the family to experience an eventful happening on any holiday, we yet again obliged with a rather smelly but amusing offering on our outward journey. We decided to stop the car at a little lay-by at Rackenford just after exiting the M5 to let the dog do the business and the rest of us stretch our legs. Unknown to me there was the largest pile of turd I think I've ever seen, undoubtedly deposited by some kind of Yeti or such like. In the blink of an eye, Arnold had eyed it up, weighed up the odds of serious discipline, figured what the hell and delved head long straight into it! I think the actual experience was a little traumatic for him judging by the look of shock on his face, I don't think he was prepared to take on quite such a huge pile of excrement. To say he was plastered in it was an understatement and we continued to spend the next half an hour, one pack of Johnson's face wipes, half a pack of wet wipes and a squirty bottle of water trying to remove said dung from his fur and collar. The kids then started a debate over who was to have the pleasure of his company for the remainder of the journey. Although we all found the whole situation extremely hilarious he still felt he should try to make amends. He continued to place his chin on 'A's seat periodically giving her the doleful puppy dog eyes, to which she responded by backing even further into the car upholstery. Needless to say the rest of our journey was rather noxious but much less noteworthy!
During our week we visited our usual North Cornwall hangouts such as the beautiful Duckpool Beach, Atlantic Village (Devon, I know but it still counts), Bude Light, The Pepperpot, Tintagel with a couple of new additions including Padstow and Port Isaac. Padstow had a lovely charm but unfortunately was overrun with holiday makers making it very difficult to even navigate the narrow streets, especially dog in tow. It's definitely somewhere I'd love to revisit but maybe mid winter when the hoards have departed. Port Isaac lived up to all expectations and luckily the sun came out to improve its appeal even more.
[caption id="attachment_981" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Port Isaac, home to 'Doc Martin'[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_982" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Port Isaac[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_983" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Beautiful Duckpool Beach, nr Bude[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_984" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Kids at Duckpool Beach[/caption]
As this was Arnold's first visit to Cornwall we thought it only right to let him experience the fantastic rock pools on Summerleaze beach. 'P' threw numerous stones into the little pools and Arnold delighted in splashing and eventually submerging his whole head to grab them and drag them out onto the sand. He had a whale of a time although I think his initial fascination with the sea has now worn off as he certainly didn't seem as keen to get wet this time around. Considering this was his first real 'beach' holiday and due to the fact that he's only 14 months old we did wonder how he'd behave, but he really was a complete star.
[caption id="attachment_990" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Fun in the rock pools![/caption]
[caption id="attachment_991" align="aligncenter" width="300"] A bit wet behind the ears![/caption]
[caption id="attachment_992" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Relaxing on Duckpool Beach[/caption]
We left the cottage after a super week in Cornwall but had one more treat in store - Hartland Carnival. After attending on many occasions as the children were growing up we decided we couldn't head back to the Midlands without stopping by for a visit. Hartland Carnival is the most politically incorrect source of opinion you will ever see. This year's floats were tame by previous years attempts but none the less entertaining. There was a terrific 'double-decker' Harry Potter effort complete with revolving tree transporting wannabe wizards and witches around on broomsticks and also a fantastic 'Inbetweeners' float complete with yellow fiat precariously balancing on the edge of a lake. Other great efforts included 'Chilean Miners', 'Smurfs', 'The Lynx Effect Comes to Hartland' (brave chap taking an outdoor shower) and 'Hartland Senior Citizens do Fame'. All in all what better way to end a lovely week. Oh yes, and no poo related incidents on the return journey to report either!
[caption id="attachment_985" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Harry Potter Float[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_986" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Hartland Performing Farts do 'Fame'[/caption]
[caption id="attachment_987" align="aligncenter" width="300"] The Inbetweeners Float[/caption]