TGF power kites

Soduko over breakfast then off to Bude. Ended up at Crooklets. Nearly empty, can't imagine it being like that in the summer. Went on a reccy. Looked like there were 3 surfers in. Came back and looked for board hire. A cafe had a shed outside, with a pile of old crap outside that. Hmmm. Back onto the beach (having abandoned Nan at the cafe) for a closer investigation.

After not looking where I was going over wet bit and paying the consequences, it turned out to be  canoes in the water. Again no surf. So out came the cameras and then the Pirates baseball..

 Just checking on Nan.. (speck, top left)..

 Chalkie looking cool (and warm) in his Animal snowboarding gear..

See, the sun DID shine.. he has a shadow!

Pops pulling a variety of amusing faces..

Skillage!

 Kite definitely easier to set up when the lines are wound seperately. Oh and you could tell when the wind suddenly got up again... there were skid marks in the sand. Think it was my longest fly yet. Great fun.. and I ended up boiling!

Cafe time again, having collected driftwood for kindling on the way back up the beach. Comedy moment of the year. The poor lad came over with our food and came out with the immortal line "two soups". We can only imagine what he muttered as he walked away from the four people now wetting themselves laughing.



Mushy peas and a Mr Whippy for dinner. Yum.

It's all too much for Chalkie!!!

View from the nearest cache.. (containing a Psalm photo)

Went to the Nevisports in Fraddon in the afternoon. Most disappointing. Lots of useful things but not bargains. Only a couple of nice animal things (well, affordable Animal things). Tried on some board shorts. Pops started taking the mick out of my legs. Made him roll up his jeans. He went quiet when I pointed out that his are whiter and just as skinny.

Next off to the Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor.

 It was shut! The museums and gift shop etc had closed just before we got there. At least there was a cache.. and a very cool cache it was.. massive ammo tin hehe. So, we went into the Inn for an early tea. I stood on the spot where someone murdered and annoyed an albino vicar slash pirate while waiting for my extremely yummy pint of Guinness and  steak and ale pie.

The boys got absolutely butt whooped at Triv. Even though I tried to help them out by saving them the Tony Bullimore question. Chalkie remembered reading it in Falmouth the day before. Then cards. Sevens was the only other game we could remember apart from Kings and snap. Chalkie had the rules explained to him then suddenly became awesome at cards and won every hand.

 I finally finished Little Dorrit... all 900 and something pages. Finally. This educating yourself and acquiring some culture is just too much effort! I should stick to Roald Dahl!