The first port of call was the toilet. When I got to it there was push button security and a large notice saying you had to purchase one pounds worth at the counter before getting the security number. Remonstrating with the receptionist who was very nearby didn't help so had to go to a table and study the rather large menu, make a decision and then go and pay for it all in a state of discomfort. I think it was the first day on for the girl at the desk who was heavily made up and was looking at me in horror from these large round black eyes as if to say "What is this mad person going to do next?" having witnessed the earlier altercation.
I have never seen a simpler Hamburger in all my life! A bun split in two with a meat patty in between, a mountain of chips and nothing else! Cathy thought she would order a side plate of chips as well as her meal didn't look very large on paper - so we had two mountains!! The brown sauce bottle was clogged up so it had to be red sauce!
The beach at St Agnes, Cornwall. I went with Paul, Gail's husband and the two children Iona and Archie as Paul was going to do his usual ocean swim.
There were huge waves crashing on to the boat ramp and I had to try and take a picture and meanwhile keep a close watch on Archie who was determined to play chicken with the waves while Paul was getting organised with his wet suit.
Here come the intrepid ocean swimmers.
Rather them than me!
and off they go into the far distance. Most impressive!
and back again
Paul, chilled, with Iona and Archie.
Next day at a nearby beach.
Gail's Rhodesian Ridgeback dog, Nessie checking out the smells.
Gail with Cathy.
Dining at the restaurant Gail works at in St Agnes.
Fishermens cottages - Stippy Stappy.
The same beach that Paul went swimming from. I'd forgotten how far the tide goes out and was surprised as this is facing the Atlantic Ocean and is not the Severn Estuary. America is over the horizon!
The pub where Gail is also working.
