Ours arrived in Cornwall on Friday with the rest of Great Britain like pilchards in a breakfast tin. One cruised (translate to struggled) up the train isle to politely "request" that the "pikes" (heard someone use this term to describe a seat taker - apologies if I have used the phrase inappropriately) from our allocated seats, then One proceeded to place her Mother, her daughter, two back packs a buggy and a stroller in that same space - need you ask anymore? I can assure you that Ours was actually very happy.
Our highlights were St Ives and walking the 5 mile length of Cornish Coast from our hostel in a valley near St Just to Land's End. Ours were exhausted at the end of it but Teagan was as proud of herself as possible for she had walked a very long way and scrambled over rocks, seen blue jelly fish and was in her underwear!
While Land's End was really tacky, Teagan and One enjoyed visiting a resored 200 year old farm which was a good reward before hitting the bus back to the hostel. Meanwhile the other part of Ours sat and enjoyed the view from Land's End (avoiding the view of the tourist attractions) and waited.
We did enjoy the open topped bus rides. Riding this bus service took us through the quaint towns and we truly got up close and personal to the villages (hmmm who can see into bedroom windows, or force a rather plush bus backwards via super narrow streets).
Now Ours are all asleep in a delightfull hotel built in 1630 in Dartmouth. Naturally, the floors slope and we have located an affordable room 5 floors up using a variety of stairways!). That will form a new blog post!
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