Published: September 22nd 2009September 22nd 2009
not her the lake
Finish work, get home, get changed, get in car and be driven to Kernow (Cornwall for the uninitiated).
A bit of a test for this here bloggy type mabob, and how long a 6'5" man can be cooped up in tight spaces (plane seats, car seats, bunk beds, packing creates, jail cells), 4 1/2 hours door to door and I can still feel all my bodily particles, so 11 hrs to L.A. no sweat.
William Blake was absolutely right when he said 'green and pleasant land' Crow's nest, (near Liskard) is beautiful 'her rolling fields, swooping swallows, and her playful sheep' (stand up all you Blackadder fans)
And in the centre of it all a small holding belonging to Lorna and Digory (Charlotte's Mum and Step Dad) a chance to stretch our legs, as Lorna cooks a fantastic dinner and Digory shows us the "small" 3 bed house he's is in the middle of building, then sit down to our meal.
Good food, good drink and good company what more can we ask for?
After a night on a rather small but comfy bed, fry up and shower it's out for a walk on Bodmin moor "should take a
the start of the hike
ever feel like Hansel and Gretel
couple or three hours" I'm reliably informed by Charlotte. Any who 1 hr 40 later we're in the pub (Hoorah!) Doombar really tastes good in it's home county. 2 pints of "dutch courage" later it's off to Sibley back Lake to meet the matriarch of the clan Nan plus some indulgence in scones and clotted cream (it doesn't get much better) then back to 'the ranch' for a chillax before we're off to Plymouth.
We arrive at Charlotte's little sister (age and stature) Caroline's house in Plymouth, to be met by the wonderful smell of homemade lasagne, which I later found out to my disgust was made with Quorn, Still tasted damn good, then out on the town with the sisters, we're soon met by Murray(Caroline's fiance) and brother Andy, let the boozing commence.
Having needed my GPS during the night, to find my way from one side of the bed to the other (vast isn't the word) brekkie in a cafe, a bit of sight seeing and then shopping in town, it's off to Polperro to see Charlotte's Dad John, his wife Denise and the dogs Alfie and Katy. Out for the night to Couches for the
best meal I have ever had, then to the pub for some classic rock, and middle aged people reliving their youth.
Sunday morning and as if the food wasn't enough from the night before, a full English is on the table from Denise's fair hands.
It's time for walkies 4.5 miles up hill and down dale along the coast to Hannafore and the pub and a well earned pint of Tribute( hope the cheque is in the post St. Austell brewery that's 2 plugs you've got out of me now!) to meet up with Helen, John and their younglings (old friends of Charlotte's) for a catch up.
Back to the house for more doggie pandering and a roast dinner from Denise (she lives in the kitchen) with Caroline and Murray. bit of a long day both in bed by 9 o'clock.
Last day and it's off to see Charlotte's youngest sister Sarah, her chap Patrick and their 1 year old Millie (with the biggest blue eyes) at their tipi campsite. after 30 mins of being lost we ask a native and Robert's your father's brother we find it near Nomansland (honest!) again country side doesn't get much
greener or prettier than this, with it's own lake no less time for a swim me thinks. So in Patrick and I go, Well cold does not begin to describe it, it almost winded me, 10 mins of slowly ingesting my testicles and I was done. Time to warm up some home made Ratatouille from Sarah did the trick (yes, I was so cold I ate veggie) time to head back to the smoke of London, after a brilliant weekend.