Five go mad in Cornwall.........

So .........!
Lou and Alan, Val and Bob (my mum and dad) and Niamh went to Crantock Bay in Cornwall. We had a spiffing time and ate loads of cream cakes and had lashings and lashings of ginger beer!

You know I still want to sue Enid Blyton for giving me a false sense of childhood, so much so I asked-yes asked-to go to boarding school. You see she still has a terrible influence over me, help I feel a mystery that needs solving coming on.................

Back to reality then, oh well. Alan is great lover of caravan holiday's supplied on the cheap by "The Sun" The choice was wide but my main concern was finding somewhere "dog friendly". We picked Crantock Bay and we couldn't have wished for a nicer place. The caravan was beautiful and clean and the view was terrific. We now had 5 days to enjoy the area. All of us enjoy Cornwall and we keep coming back each year to a different part because it is so beautiful. Niamh wasn't so sure though!. Having put up with a new home for only 6 weeks and now a long car ride she eyed the caravan with suspicion. We'd brought her bed to make it seem less daunting but still she wasn't sure.















As you can see the view was superb and I think the only unfortunate thing was we had picked the week that became the hottest on record for July so most of the time we just relaxed and had BBQ's outside.

















There was one incident that upset me a little though. I still didn't appreciate how scared Niamh could get when I took her for a walk. I assumed wrongly that as we had mastered walking off the lead at home that she would appreciate a little freedom here. How wrong could I be. No sooner than I let her off the lead in the walking area, she shot past me like a bullet from a gun and disappeared back into the park. I was frantic with worry. I feared that she was keep running and head for the road or run into a car. I chased after her calling for her to come back. I passed our caravan and still couldn't see her. I rushed up to the reception and they sent a van out to look for her. I spent 15 minutes wandering around on the verge of tears. Finally she was found by me wandering in the middle of the park. I couldn't tell her off I was so upset so I gave her the silent treatment. Alan didn't quite grasp just how upset I was. When I explained that she has no concept of danger or any road sense then he finally understood. I imagined the very worst. Having only just got her I would loose her due to a silly mistake. We did try again a couple of days later but again she did the same thing this time though Alan called me and said she was in the caravan. She had come through the door like a ballistic missile and thrown herself on her bed looking like she'd been beaten up!. We can only assume that it was too much freedom too soon in a strange place.

And the moral of the story is.........

If going on holiday and doggie is coming then take extending lead and don't let her off. Nuff said!