Thursday saw a grand return from a family holiday in Cornwall. We had wanted a place near Bude as I was informed they had great beaches there, and ended up booking a 4 star self catering cottage in Morwenstowe. The cottage was comfortable, but not lavish. Having stayed in a five star a couple of years ago, and a 3 star disaster in Redruth a year earlier, I think my ideas of great, comfortable, and downright shoddy are well seasoned.
While the cottage was homely enough, the primary reason for going to Cornwall, the weather, was atrocious. We split the journey and travelled to Taunton on the first day, which weather-wise was the best day of the holiday. We had a great meal at Pizza Express, and the staff were great in cleaning up after my messy children. The second leg of the journey was from Taunton to Morwenstowe, which took about an hour and a half, and the weather kind of set the tone for the rest of the week.
We immediately headed for the beach, to be greeted with a retreating but high tide, and a stiff breeze. The cloud broke for a few seconds each hour, but there was no getting away from the fact that we were cold. The next couple of days were of a similar climate. Grey clouds with a strong wind and occasional drizzle.
On Tuesday we’d had enough and decided to retreat inland to a National Trust venue called Lanhydrock. Again the day started grey and gloomy, however the kids were excided to see a SeaKing rescue helicopter flying around Bude on display for a town event. We drove to Lanhydrock which took about an hour, and the weather changed for the better. There were longer breaks in the cloud, and the sun was hot when visible. The house was magnificent, and a real eye opener into affluent life at the turn of the 20th century. For a while we sat in the landscaped gardens soaking up the sun and mopping up ice cream from the chins of our children. On driving back to Morwenstowe the clouds were grey once again and the rain persistent.
On Wednesday we decided that the weather wasn’t getting any better on the coast, and we were going home early on the Thursday. We used the M5 M4 M25 M23 route to get home, rather than the A303 which has been a nightmare road every other time we’ve used it.
In essence, we did get a holiday, the weather was rubbish, the accommodation average, the company excellent. I relish the family time we have together, and look forward to the next one.
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