Up late. Slept very very well! Decided to go surfing at Porthmeor. Getting there a tad stressful. St Ives is very hilly and twisty when you're in a big van with no idea where you're going. Eventually found the car park and queued for a space. Bumble was a real Surf Van. Parked up overlooking the beach, got into my soggy wetsuit inside. Very glad to have the new one. Getting into the winter one when wet is even more impossible than when dry. Installed Ma on the beach with a book. And a windbreak. And blankets. And coats. And a tarpaulin. Pops had a moment of bravery and decided to 'suit up'. Had great fun surfing and trying without a great deal of success to teach Pops to surf. Pops gave up and went to go get warm. I stuck at it for ages until I couldn't stand my ice block feet anymore (mistake to not bother with the boots). When I went back up the beach I couldn't find Ma, only a small grey rock where I had left her. The rock then moved and revealed a head. The rock then produced a mars bar and went back to its book. Revived I went out for another go and despite the much smaller waves still got plenty of pop up practice before the car park time ran out.
Moved to another car park then had a wander round St Ives, most of which doesn't seem to have a closing time, fortunately for us. Fortunately for my bank account there were no Animal bargains. Found another nice pub. Had Pie! Back to the tent for UNO and hot chocolate before bed.
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