I have just returned from a verrry last minute but very nice holiday. Every year my family makes the great journey to Cornwall from all corners of where we individually live, I often grumble as it is 8 hrs minimum for us but my Uncle trumps me by far coming all the way from Tanzania. However this year we were sadly not going to make the trip as we are having our extension built but to cut a long story short my lovely little Granny hasn't been feeling too well and I thought I should go down and see her, if she can make it at 82, then so can I! So a quick discussion with if the hubster about could they cope without me for 5 nights which he leapt for joy at...they are not trying to hurt my feelings but they are always grateful for 'Boy Time'. In this house it basically means I'm not trying to make them ALL eat something non beige, have a bath and randomly checking us them for lumps. So leaving 3 very happy boys at home in building chaos (heaven for them) within 24 hrs I was on a 9 hr train journey Penzance bound. At first I wasn't feeling that happy about it as I hate being rushed, I am fantastic 'faffer' and only had a few hours to list make and pack but once I was settled in my first class empty carriage, only ticket I could get at short notice (oh.dear.me how awful) and then the silence settled in. Not a sticky person in sight just several fresh magazines and a cuppa.....I could get used to this!
Apparently people like to plug in straighteners....
Meanwhile in Daddy Daycare, within 15mins of dropping me off at the train station I had a text from the husband to say the boys had their first McDonalds of the week...nothing against the Golden Archs but the boys rarely have them, I also got a photo showing that Daddy had immediately given them £10 each from their piggy banks to go wild in 'Smyths' toy store...when for 4 and 2 £10 is like being millionaires, no wonder they love 'Boy Time' so much. Thank fully the train journey went smoothly, its years since I've been on one and I forgot the mix of 'characters' you get. I am always amazed at just how selfish some people can be though, and I was quickly inventing a 'Morons Only' carriage in my head when on the 'Quiet Carriage' a couple were facetiming their whole family? I also discovered when I changed at Exeter that 'Trainspotting' is a real thing, nothing to do with Heroin, but people actual go and stand on a platform and tick off the trains they have seen. I was amazed/ open mouthed when I was approached by one asking for "any old train tickets"...do they know about Sky TV I wonder?! Anywhoo I arrived in Penzance in one piece with the mother bear waiting for me and perfect timing as there was a champagne reception for my cousins engagement.
Only took 15mins.
At this point the boys were probably on their 4th McDonalds in 24hrs but I didn't care as exactly 483 miles I was in literal HEAVEN. The hotel I was staying at was out of this world, called Mount Haven Hotel every member of staff was immediately like a friend, a fluffy robe waiting on my bed, a view of St Michael's Mount and little treats on tap. It was so nice to see Granny and all my cousins there were 52 of us on holiday so constantly someone to natter with, which is just as well because let me inform you that the entire county of Cornwall has NO signal. Now I don't want to go on about it but how are people in this day and age supposed to live like this?! Out of 52 of us only 3 phones worked in the area we were staying....I call the husband when I'm lost in the Supermarket for gods sake, this is also neglecting my total addiction to social media. It wasn't until a week later when I was driving through a patch of signal (about a nano second wide) and a message came though from the brother "Are you alive?"...I think this sums me up and why I literally had a huff on about every other hour that my phone was now just an ornament.
Just a spot of dinner....
Not a bad view from my room...
After two days of not a care in the world (well apart from no wifi) I really started to miss the boys, I'm not joking the silence became almost deafening and I had read 5 magazines and a book cover to cover. Also the family were pestering me to see the boys so I put it to the husband to come down afterall, and despite the 10hr drive ahead I think malnourishment was setting in and they were here the next day; so the whole gang was together and my cousin asked Archie to be a page boy next which he said no to but I'm sure he will warm to the idea! It took about 10 minutes to thoroughly regret my decision and mild home sickness when it was now like having two chimpanzees in my plush hotel room ha ha. It was worth it though, to have a week of beach fun and see all the family. We continued our annual tradition of going to The Meadery which is basically a pirate themed restaurant in... Penzance (naturally) and serves the greasiest grub known to man kind. Oscar was tucked up in bed at his great aunts house but Archie was allowed to make his first great pilgrimage however had to sit with us; adults and kids normally divide. It was quite funny though because it looked like me and the husband were on a #datenight if we only looked to the left, if we looked to the right...not so much.
Woke up to this.
Why did I ask them to come down?
Grubbing as always.
Everyone loves burying Oscar.
We decided to break up the journey home, by having a day at Legoland which was SO awful I'm not even going to mention it and stay a few nights at Granny's house in Surrey; which was thankfully not awful but really lovely. I spent a lot of my childhood visiting Granny and Grandpa so it was nice to show the boys around especially the amazing gardens...ideal for 2 chimpanzees to go wild. The best thing though is all the fresh produce, it is clearly the pride and joy of the house but with not as many staying this Summer a lot was going to waste so Granny insisted we help our selves. Well you don't have to tell us twice and the day we left we had a lovely couple of hours picking all sorts, Oscar it has to be said ATE more than picked, he was covered in blackberry juice and I even caught him eating a raw potato. Still its been nicked named "The Great Harvest" and we have eaten so well, I've been cooking like mad this week and will try and post some of the recipes when I get a minute. I'm totally now encouraged to try and grow some stuff of our own next year, it all tasted so good. Anyway ripped from the warm cocoon of warm nights, lazy mornings and straight back into reality, first day of school, routines, chill in the air...goodbye summer you were awesome.
Best thing about Legoland.
Back to nature.
Eating more than picking.
No pants, happy as a pig in the proverbial
Plum and Stem Ginger Crumble.
Choritzo stuffed marrow.
White chocolate and rasper berry scones.
Rhubarb and Coconut cake.
Hope you have all had a fantastic Summer!