Continuing our trip exploring areas of Wales we hadn’t been to before, we made a quick stop in the Gower. Unfortunately our relaxed attitude of just turning up at campsites backfired and we had a few fruitless stops before stumbling across the gorgeous Skysea campsite in Port Eynon. You can see the sea from the campsite – and walk onto the beach - what more could you want?!
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I always carry a group shelter if we are somewhere remote or exposed to the weather. In winter, this means I sometimes take a shelter on what might be considered benign adventures. Usually, the shelter isn’t needed and, although it doesn’t weigh much, a niggling feeling of carrying unnecessary kit begins to take hold. But every now and then, something happens that proves just how useful a group shelter can be…
Another brilliant place we visited this summer was Trebah Garden. We’d never been before, but Granny and Grandad have been several times over the years and had repeatedly said how hard it was to decide whether they preferred Trebah Garden or Glendurgan Garden. We thought it was time to see Trebah Garden for ourselves.
Kerry’s brilliantly funny post about letting your little trekkers take over running the camp fires reminded me of some of our beach BBQs this summer. As always with us, it never quite goes to plan…
We jumped in the camper van and headed up to the coast to make the most of the good weather forecast. The boys were super excited to be picked up from school and driven straight away for the weekend.
Boat, beach, BBQ – three words which generate excitement in children and adults alike. On a fun-packed trip to visit friends near Padstow, Cornwall our first day out culminated with this trio of promised fun.
Slightly worn down from a wet and cool and windy Scottish summer we felt the time was right to go in search of some sun in early September. Montenegro here we come!
Places we always meant to go to but never quite managed to visit feature prominently in our blog. There must be at least half a dozen of them if not more.
Even when visiting family or friends for the weekend, having a dog means we still need to get out for a walk! We were over in the Wirral, so on the Saturday Dora and I took Bali to the beach at West Kirby. It was cold, with an unwelcome biting wind, and everywhere was dull and grey. The tide was in and you could hardly see Hilbre Island.
No matter the weather, there are always plenty of jobs to do down at the beach. Streams need to be dammed or diverted; rocks relocated; and tonnes of sand moved gargantuan distances.
Sometimes, being a mother is like being a detective: you have to decipher lots of clues to work out what’s going on. So it was when Little Brother asked if we to go ‘to the place with the moat’. Given that we were actually in Cornwall at the time, once I’d put my ‘little grey cells’ to work and deduced that he meant ‘St Michaels’ Mount’, it was very easy to make a small boy very happy indeed.
As it turned out, there were lots of lovely places to eat in Crail. There was even a lobster BBQ right down by Crail's harbour in a little shack. But by the time we got there only one lobster was left in its bubbling big outdoor tank, so we headed to the first place we found - a tearoom and gallery, inside a 17th Century fisherman’s cottage cellar.