Walks, Waves and Witchcraft

Just returned from a week away in beautiful Cornwall - the third time we've visited in as many years. This time to the North Coast near Padstow. Oh what a lovely week we had. Weather was mainly glorious. Went for splendid coastal walks and surfed (or should I say body boarded) EVERY day.

Perhaps I've given the impression that I've been body boarding every day. No, dear readers, not I. I had a great time watching and waving at the two body boarders extraordinaire, sitting and staring into lots of lovely space, reading, stretching my legs now and then and drinking coffee from one of our numerous flasks. Just in case you wondered, we brought 4 on holiday with us: one for mine and Mr J and P's coffee, one for Junior's hot chocolate, and two food flasks - one for Mr J and P's yogurt making activities (yes indeedy) and the other for food just as Mr/s Thermos intended.

Now I hate to bore you all to death but here's a few of our snaps:

This was taken from Trevose Head overlooking Stinking Cove and close to Booby's Bay - good names eh?



This one's similar to the one above only with some pretty pink flowers in the foreground!



I had this part of the beach all to myself. Everyone else was at the other end (no rude comments please Mr J and P).





Mussels!



Riding the waves: the J and Ps in action.



You may be wondering about the word "witchcraft" in the title of this post. Well, on Wednesday, we decided to bypass the famous Lawnmower Museum in Newquay (How could we! I hear you cry) in favour of the far more interesting Witchcraft Museum in Boscastle (sorry, all you lawnmower enthusiasts out there).



This is a house spell or blessing which apparently means "May you always have a home to live in, clothing to wear, food to eat and someone to love". Remember that when you next send a housewarming card.



Want to see some interesting artefacts? Well here we go:

A cocke ring:





A heart thing complete with nail clippings. Nice.....



Miss Wagging Tongue - indeed!



And for all you knitters out there:







Cripes! Scarey huh?

My charity shopping mania was seriously curtailed during the holiday. We did, however, stop off at beautiful Wells in Somerset on our epic journey back home to London (8 hours of roadworks and delays). Wells is the smallest city in England and has a lovely cathedral,



a Bishop's Palace in beautiful grounds with a moat and Vicars' Close which is supposedly the oldest residential street in Europe (14th century).



Couldn't do the sites justice as we only had a very short time there and, of course, I just had to scurry off to do some very quick charity shopping. I bought two single candy stripe sheets destined for Junior's bed. Mind you, what with her very annoying habit of bringing felt pens and biros to bed with her, I might have to think again...

Hope y'all had a happy and fruitful week.

TTFN.