It probably comes as no surprise that I’m definitely not the camping type. Tents, outdoors, no electric… nope. Not me. Well, my family thought it would be a good idea to stay the night in a tent, as we made out way down to Cornwall to visit family. When the idea came about, I very much thought it was a joke but It wasn’t until they informed me the pitch had been booked, that reality really set in.
It’s time for Camping By Harrison…
Luckily for me, my brother and sister-in-law went down the day before. Weirdly, they thought they would enjoy the extra night (but that night it was practically 100 mph storms) so they had already put the tent up. So Dad & I turned up and all we had to do was cook.
I went to my local farm shop to pick up some BBQ food for dinner… provided we could get the thing started as it was pissing down with rain. Against all odds, the BBQ lit, the food was cooking and we were in for a cold night!
Genius struck when we decided to bring the BBQ inside to heat the tent, this was the best decision we’ve ever made as let me tell you, it was bloody cold that night. That evening saw us engrossed in laughter, chats and singing along to Kate Bush… Don’t ask!
I SURVIVED THE NIGHT!!
The next day, we woke up to glorious sunshine. The camp site was empty, we began packing up & head to the local town for a walk. I think I recall looking at the time at 8:53am… Yes, 8:53am and we’re out for a walk.
We climbed steep hills, trekked across fields and navigated endless piles of sheep s**t, but we made it to what felt like, the end of the world. Overlooking the rugged cliff edges and the severe drops down to the ocean, it was an epic morning and a brilliant way to work up an appetite for breakfast.
On the walk down, we were rudely stopped by a HUGE spider & slippery declines but we made it to breakfast, packed the tent and head onto the next town. Croyde, Saunton, Braunton & then on to Padstow. Today consisted of a guided tour around Devon/Cornwall as we head into the postcard-esque town of Padstow.
The final leg of the journey was to make the epic drive down to what really is the very corner of Britain, Penzance!
Making one last stop to Hayle. A beach that promised (by my auntie) 100’s of seals. As you can see, we were in for disappointment. Nevertheless, the sights and sprawling shorelines were pretty incredible and a great way to end our mammoth, whistle stop road trip.
Finally, it’s onto our final destination of my Auntie & Uncle’s house where waiting for us… A ROAST DINNER!
As much as I joke about camping not being my thing, overall I had a great time. It was such a chilled weekend, spent with family and enjoying this beautiful country we live in. Sometimes, It’s good to do things out of your comfort zone!
For now, I’m glad to be back, having survived camping and writing this blog post with a new face mask on & a cuppa tea in hand.
Nothing quite beats the comfort of your own home.
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