It's not all about charity shopping....

Normally, my quest for charity shops knows no bounds.  However, even I was heard to utter the words "It's not all about charity shopping, you know" while holidaying in Cornwall recently.

Yes, dear readers, no charity shopping for us.  Instead we rode the waves (when I say "we", I'm not referring to my good self here), crocheted on the beach (yup, that was me), walked the coastal paths and looked out for the highest point on Bodmin Moor, namely, Brown Willy (much to Little Miss J and P's amusement).

Just a few random pics for your delectation.

I quite like a mooch around a graveyard.  This spooky pic of a Celtic cross was taken at Tintagel Church.  Note the swirling mist.  The weather was not at its best during the first few days there.

This is also at Tingtagel Church.  It's the grave of Domenico Cantanese, a 14 year old cabin boy who died when the Italian ship, Iota, sank at nearby Bossiney in 1893.

Bodmin Moor was full of interesting sites such as stone circles galore:

Not the best photo, I know, but there are 2 sets of stone circles here.

The Cheesewring on Bodmin Moor which is a rocky outcrop of granite slabs formed by weathering:

Little Miss J and P body boarding:

Why do people feel compelled to wear my lovingly crafted coffee pot cosy on their heads?

On Sunday, t'was my birthday and just look at the lovely presents from Little Miss and Mr J and P, starting with this cute little sailing boat which puts me in mind of my vintage nautical towel featured here:

Why this picture is the wrong way round, I know not.

Loving the stripey "driftwood"/"beach hut" thing going on with this photo frame:

A boxed set of Father Ted DVDs.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with Father Ted, it's an hilarious comedy about 3 Catholic priests who live on an island off the coast of Ireland.

This is Father Jack, a badly behaved priest who's famed for shouting random words such as "Girls", "Feck", "Arse" and "Drink":

This is Mr J and P who does a scarily good impression of Father Jack as you can see:

Believe me, dear readers, Mr J and P is far better looking in real life!

Anyway, Mr J and P is definitely in my good books at the moment because look what the kind, generous soul got me for my birthday.  Yes, it's the mother of all crocheted granny blankets:

It is made entirely of wool (not your cheap acryllic, if you please) and is ginormous.

Here are some of my favourite squares:

Mr J and P is muttering that this is well and truly granny blanket overkill.  I think he might be right (for once).

I'll love you and leave you.  Byeeeee xxx.


P.S. Check out Sarah's fabulous giveaway over at ModernCountryStyle.  It's a good'un.  So good, in fact, that I was very tempted to keep news of  it all to myself with the hope that I might stand a better chance of winning!