I miss Cornwall
You know, I don't remember actually ever enjoying any holidays I've been on much except for the one with Rake in Cornwall when we were 15 and the one which we've just come back from. Holidays, for me, usually mean a few days when I'm in a place I don't really want to be in, whilst being dragged around, then counting down to the time I get to go home again. With Cornwall, everything is excellent. Even when it's raining.
I generally hate England. I'm ashamed to be part of it. The England I see is full of horrible people who ignore you and if they're not ignoring you, they're insulting you. The England I know is flat, over-populated and boring. Cornwall, however, is like an England you read about in books. It's so empty, you drive around for miles to just get to anything else, everyone in the shops are friendly and they don't mind when you knock over their shoe displays or get into debates about scones with them. Plus, Cornwall is beautiful too.
The fact I was in Cornwall with 3 great friends probably enhanced Cornwall's goodness about 80 times, of course. I've just had a lame year at uni which has left me with not one close good friend, it feels like. So to spend time with people and have a good time again is so nice. I dislike being alone again now.
Our days in Cornwall were mostly filled with the same things, in a way. We'd get up when we decided we'd like to crawl out of bed, ate breakfast (usually tasty porridge made by Nath), then we'd look at the tourist leaflets we'd picked up to decide what to do that day. We'd then usually go do them, unless they were ridiculously far away (alas, Barometer World, we shall meet another time). Then we'd come home from that and end up on the beach, or we'd just spend the day on the beach from the start. In the evenings Nath would cook home-made stuff for us and then we'd play Mario Party or Smash Brothers or watch some bad foreign TV as the Sky was dodgy, until it was late. The two times that was accompanied by Baileys was even nicer :P.
In Cornwall we accidentally stumbled across Wonder Years, a toy museum I'd found the leaflet for, but we didn't plan on actually going to, until we walked past it by chance. It was a museum of toys from the 60s to 90s I think and I appeared to have at least half of the things in there. Seeing all my old toys again was awesome, especially a Racoon that I'd got for my first birthday and I'd only been thinking about a few days before.
We also went to Newquay Zoo, a zoo compiled mostly of monkeys, which saved us trying to get to the Monkey Sanctuary. We went to Tintagel, talked to Granny Wobbly in Granny Wobbly's Fudge Pantry (he was a cool guy) and had 'superb cream tea', which we then topped ourselves later on in the week.
We also went on Launceston Steam Railway, after sampling their cream tea first. We were deceived into paying £9 to go 2 miles down the track. It was not 5 stops, it was 2, with 2 of the others being shut, so really there was only ever 4. When we got to the other stop, we decided to wait for the next train to get our money's worth and not go straight back. There was a small map at the mini station in which it showed we could go to this really cool kid's adventure playground (but the fact we were in our 20s with no kids held us back from doing that), we could go on a 'woodland walk', we could go see the 'old tree' or we could walk down the road, round the corner and see something simply put on the map as 'rings'. Matt and Nath were drawn to 'the old tree', so they dragged us down the 'woodland walk' to find it. Despite the 'old tree' being on the other side of the map and not even near the walk and us knowing that all that was at the end of the walk was 2 picnic benches as we'd just passed it on the train. After they discovered that too we were dragged back to the map at they decided that going to see the mysterious 'rings' the map spoke of, was the best thing to do. I'd like to now point out that we were in the middle of the country with nothing surrounding us except tiny farms, fields and massive hills. We had 40 minutes until the last train home and we'd been walking for 20 minutes already when Rake and I, who were very hot, fed up and hayfevery, stopped walking and told Matt and Nath to forget the sodding 'rings'. We were on a one lane road, going higher and higher up a hill, with nothing surrounding us but 6ft high hedges of flowers. The map appeared to be taking the piss. Nath then ran on a bit and said he found the road that rings was down, so we carried on. At the end of this road, all that was there was a tiny farm with a hut next to it which said whatever was inside it was highly explosive. It was at that point that we turned back and decided we'd live if we never discovered what 'rings' was.
When we were in Cornwall we made 2 big sandcastles complete with moats and a mound. We had meant to make a third, uber one, but it never happened. We also played frisbee on the beach in what was practically a gale, meaning we were miles from eachother and yet it was still impossible. At one point the frisbee was thrown, it landed, then it got back off the ground again and continued flying. The wind was playing with the frisbee more than any of us were. Plus every time Matt tried to throw it my way, it would land on the ground, turn back round and go running back to him.
We walked up Penkenna Point (a giant cliff thing) at least 4 times, despite it being hell each time. It does get easier the more you do it, but it's still not all that fun. I took to going up there though as I was eating food I wouldn't normally and I wanted to give my body some chance at digesting all the Cream Teas properly :P.
We became quite knowledgable on the locations of Tescos and Morrisons in Cornwall, yet not on how to get home from them when you forget the sat-nav. One night, we went to Tescos quite late as we'd run out of food and instead of going left, Nath went right. Tescos is in Launceston, Launceston is the opposite direction from Bude when you come out of Crackington Haven, which is where we were staying. Bude is further away from Crackington Haven than Launceston is, yet Nath decided, when he realised he couldn't remember how to get back, to just keep driving until we get to Bude. We'd been on the road for a while, going the wrong way, when we found we were in Devon ('DEVON!?'). Then we got stuck behind a drunk guy driving a tractor. When we were back in Cornwall we finally found Bude, by which point it was dark. Rake asked a cornish vaguely drunken guy in a car park how to get back to Crackington Haven (we have named him Flobert). Flobert then gave us directions with added reviews of the places, giggling and a hint that he'd happily come too, if we brought him back. We thanked him and said we'd go that way, whilst trying to remember these places which sounded completely made up on the spot, as most Cornish places do.
The route he had sent us on was the kind you see in movies where people drive up these roads, only to find on the other side there is no more road, then they go crashing into the sea. It was a scary drive, mainly up hill on tiny tiny roads, along the side of cliffs and through deserted fields. Nath's car constantly threatened to not get up the hills we made it drive up every day and not making it up these ones would have been very bad indeed. But thankfully it did and the places were real and we survived, even if it took a very long time. We finally got back and made dinner at around midnight. I then had to phone my mum and say 'we just went to Tescos' and leave out the rest as she'd panicked at the start of the week when I just let slip we were going to go swimming.
That's all I can remember about Cornwall for now, so I'm going to go and continue to fix my bike.
I generally hate England. I'm ashamed to be part of it. The England I see is full of horrible people who ignore you and if they're not ignoring you, they're insulting you. The England I know is flat, over-populated and boring. Cornwall, however, is like an England you read about in books. It's so empty, you drive around for miles to just get to anything else, everyone in the shops are friendly and they don't mind when you knock over their shoe displays or get into debates about scones with them. Plus, Cornwall is beautiful too.
The fact I was in Cornwall with 3 great friends probably enhanced Cornwall's goodness about 80 times, of course. I've just had a lame year at uni which has left me with not one close good friend, it feels like. So to spend time with people and have a good time again is so nice. I dislike being alone again now.
Our days in Cornwall were mostly filled with the same things, in a way. We'd get up when we decided we'd like to crawl out of bed, ate breakfast (usually tasty porridge made by Nath), then we'd look at the tourist leaflets we'd picked up to decide what to do that day. We'd then usually go do them, unless they were ridiculously far away (alas, Barometer World, we shall meet another time). Then we'd come home from that and end up on the beach, or we'd just spend the day on the beach from the start. In the evenings Nath would cook home-made stuff for us and then we'd play Mario Party or Smash Brothers or watch some bad foreign TV as the Sky was dodgy, until it was late. The two times that was accompanied by Baileys was even nicer :P.
In Cornwall we accidentally stumbled across Wonder Years, a toy museum I'd found the leaflet for, but we didn't plan on actually going to, until we walked past it by chance. It was a museum of toys from the 60s to 90s I think and I appeared to have at least half of the things in there. Seeing all my old toys again was awesome, especially a Racoon that I'd got for my first birthday and I'd only been thinking about a few days before.
We also went to Newquay Zoo, a zoo compiled mostly of monkeys, which saved us trying to get to the Monkey Sanctuary. We went to Tintagel, talked to Granny Wobbly in Granny Wobbly's Fudge Pantry (he was a cool guy) and had 'superb cream tea', which we then topped ourselves later on in the week.
We also went on Launceston Steam Railway, after sampling their cream tea first. We were deceived into paying £9 to go 2 miles down the track. It was not 5 stops, it was 2, with 2 of the others being shut, so really there was only ever 4. When we got to the other stop, we decided to wait for the next train to get our money's worth and not go straight back. There was a small map at the mini station in which it showed we could go to this really cool kid's adventure playground (but the fact we were in our 20s with no kids held us back from doing that), we could go on a 'woodland walk', we could go see the 'old tree' or we could walk down the road, round the corner and see something simply put on the map as 'rings'. Matt and Nath were drawn to 'the old tree', so they dragged us down the 'woodland walk' to find it. Despite the 'old tree' being on the other side of the map and not even near the walk and us knowing that all that was at the end of the walk was 2 picnic benches as we'd just passed it on the train. After they discovered that too we were dragged back to the map at they decided that going to see the mysterious 'rings' the map spoke of, was the best thing to do. I'd like to now point out that we were in the middle of the country with nothing surrounding us except tiny farms, fields and massive hills. We had 40 minutes until the last train home and we'd been walking for 20 minutes already when Rake and I, who were very hot, fed up and hayfevery, stopped walking and told Matt and Nath to forget the sodding 'rings'. We were on a one lane road, going higher and higher up a hill, with nothing surrounding us but 6ft high hedges of flowers. The map appeared to be taking the piss. Nath then ran on a bit and said he found the road that rings was down, so we carried on. At the end of this road, all that was there was a tiny farm with a hut next to it which said whatever was inside it was highly explosive. It was at that point that we turned back and decided we'd live if we never discovered what 'rings' was.
When we were in Cornwall we made 2 big sandcastles complete with moats and a mound. We had meant to make a third, uber one, but it never happened. We also played frisbee on the beach in what was practically a gale, meaning we were miles from eachother and yet it was still impossible. At one point the frisbee was thrown, it landed, then it got back off the ground again and continued flying. The wind was playing with the frisbee more than any of us were. Plus every time Matt tried to throw it my way, it would land on the ground, turn back round and go running back to him.
We walked up Penkenna Point (a giant cliff thing) at least 4 times, despite it being hell each time. It does get easier the more you do it, but it's still not all that fun. I took to going up there though as I was eating food I wouldn't normally and I wanted to give my body some chance at digesting all the Cream Teas properly :P.
We became quite knowledgable on the locations of Tescos and Morrisons in Cornwall, yet not on how to get home from them when you forget the sat-nav. One night, we went to Tescos quite late as we'd run out of food and instead of going left, Nath went right. Tescos is in Launceston, Launceston is the opposite direction from Bude when you come out of Crackington Haven, which is where we were staying. Bude is further away from Crackington Haven than Launceston is, yet Nath decided, when he realised he couldn't remember how to get back, to just keep driving until we get to Bude. We'd been on the road for a while, going the wrong way, when we found we were in Devon ('DEVON!?'). Then we got stuck behind a drunk guy driving a tractor. When we were back in Cornwall we finally found Bude, by which point it was dark. Rake asked a cornish vaguely drunken guy in a car park how to get back to Crackington Haven (we have named him Flobert). Flobert then gave us directions with added reviews of the places, giggling and a hint that he'd happily come too, if we brought him back. We thanked him and said we'd go that way, whilst trying to remember these places which sounded completely made up on the spot, as most Cornish places do.
The route he had sent us on was the kind you see in movies where people drive up these roads, only to find on the other side there is no more road, then they go crashing into the sea. It was a scary drive, mainly up hill on tiny tiny roads, along the side of cliffs and through deserted fields. Nath's car constantly threatened to not get up the hills we made it drive up every day and not making it up these ones would have been very bad indeed. But thankfully it did and the places were real and we survived, even if it took a very long time. We finally got back and made dinner at around midnight. I then had to phone my mum and say 'we just went to Tescos' and leave out the rest as she'd panicked at the start of the week when I just let slip we were going to go swimming.
That's all I can remember about Cornwall for now, so I'm going to go and continue to fix my bike.
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its so different our observations..
I guess I like it because it's different, it'd probably be the other way round if I was from there :P
i guess in asia, i feel claustrophobic, people are always staring, inquisitve and ask the rudest question like "how much you earn, how much your other half earn, so whats your job title" and stuff like that....
i think how you feel about cornwall is how i feel about uk (as i'm not from here so it all looks much better) eesp £££ to spend