Smells like Sex Wax

Got a big up from Cornish Surf Giant Beach Bum at Sex Wax Life's a Beach. I've never surfed, even though I lived in Newquay for a year. But it is something I will try at some point (honest). But if anyone is into surfing, particularly in England's most beautiful county, then I thoroughly recommend Beach Bum's site.

I think I'd make quite a good surfer. I've got silly hair and a camper van and everything. Although having swum in the sea in Cornwall, I'd have to have a full body wetsuit with shoes and hat and everything. I think I'd probably be more of a surf gimp.

Folly in Mount Edgcumbe

Spent a lovely day on Saturday, discovering the beauty of Mount Edgcumbe. For those that don't know, it's a manor house over the river from Plymouth. It was first built in the 1500s and you have to get the foot ferry over the river to get to it. A truly great day out. Plymouth is not the most beautiful city in the world, but it does look spectacular from Edgcumbe, as these photos show.

View over Plymouth

View over Plymouth

The folly

View from the Folly

Scared of my bandana

Back, back and bigger than ever!

Sorry haven't posted for a while - I've been away! Spent the Bank Holiday weekend in Cornwall at Kynance Cove, which is down by the Lizard. And what a beautiful place! It was another Freddie adventure and we stayed at a campsite this time - didn't fancy getting moved on at 1 in the morning. Cornwall really is the most beautiful place. Two days at Kynance Cove, then onto St Ives for the day. Here are some pictures.

Cold? I'm bloody Fresian...

Saw this remarkable cow on the way back from Cornwall yesterday. Nothing else to say, really, except that it had a large white heart on its side. I wish That's Life was still going. I'd probably have won a tenner or maybe a carrot in the shape of Gordon Brown being turkeyslapped.

It's a Freddie Adventure

Took Freddie off this weekend to North Cornwall for his first adventure. Despite the fact it pissed down with rain for pretty much the entire weekend, it really was rather fun. Started off on the Atlantic Highway, which is perhaps the most 'rock' name for a road in Cornwall. Even more so, as it does actually take you to Rock, the rather rah-rah posh sailing town frequented by the rich and shameless. Interesting fact: There are two villages in Cornwall called Splatt.

We camped at a layby overlooking Widemouth Bay, where we were rudely awakened at 1 in the morning by a rather damp-looking man from the council telling us we weren't allowed to stay overnight. I did manage to convince him to let us stay, after I was able to prove to him that I was actually local.

In the morning we drove down to Polzeath and spent the afternoon in the Rumps. Why are they called the Rumps? Perhaps this picture may help.