Thursday 19th October - new shoes

 

 

Though I feel asleep watching ‘Three men and a Baby’ on the sofa, I awoke in my bed. Mum and dad were already up and packing. Though the chalet was stuck in 1973 and, looked nothing like the photos from the Booking.com site, I will still miss it. It had been warm, dry and clean. The hot water was hot and all kitchen items worked perfectly. As we put the last bags into the car, I was sad to leave.

 

We actually didn’t go far. I didn’t know this – and my mum and dad didn’t tell me – but this caravan park had its own beach! The last day and we parked in this car park. I walked quizzically until I saw a sandy path which led forever downward to the sea. I was so happy! I ran off from mum and dad, down the sandy slope shouting ‘yata!’. Dad ran after me.

 

The beach was amazing. There were only a handful of people on it. It went, in either direction, as far as the eye could see. The waves were coming in and going and I was mesmerised. Dad was taking a few photos of the landscape, and mum and I. I was loving it.

 

I had earned my parents trust 20 minutes on the beach and that, my friends, was their fatal error. I really wanted to see what the sea was like. I therefore manged to break free of my mum and, before she knew anything, I had ran into the sea!

 

It was lovely! The water went all into my shoes and I was having a great time. I tried to jump however, the wet sand sucked my feet into it and I fell over, with water going all through my clothes. My mum and dad must have thought it looked fun. Though they had a look of horror on their faces they too came into the water with their shoes on!

 

I was soaked head-to-toe but I loved it. I kept jumping up and down however, this time my mum’s grip on my hand hurt a little. Dad soon picked me up and he was trying to take me back up the sandy slope. A look of fear came to my eyes. I was really enjoying myself. We had only been there for 30 minutes and now we were leaving. I could hear my dad say that it was something to do with me being totally wet and having three destroyed pairs of shoes. I didn’t care, I fought every step to get back to the sea but alas, I lost.

 

Back at the car I cried and cried. Apparently, my dad had spent quite a bit of time this morning packing the boot perfectly. Right now, everything was thrown out of the boot and I was laid in. All my clothes were taken off and I got a brand-new set! I feel it must have been some kind of record. I had only worn the other clothes for about an hour!

 

Once changed my parents strapped me into my car seat. All of our shoes were put into a bag and my dad had to drive in walking boots. Leaving the beach, none of us were happy.

 

We drove to Penzance. We went to the same Sainsbury’s we had visited on Monday. Mum and dad bought me a new pair of shoes as my only pair were completely wet through. We were then supposed to go on a boat to St Michael’s mount however, due to the wind, the boats had been cancelled. Apparently, we all could have walked along a stone pathway with the sea on either side in a couple of hours however, mum and dad decided against it. We left Penzance and headed north. I still wasn’t talking to either my mum or dad therefore I went to sleep.

 

Yet again I missed food! This time dad had found a small café in the middle of nowhere which served fresh scones with jam and clotted cream. My parents had eaten sea food and Cornish Pasties and now, they ate the final thing they wanted to eat within Cornwall. Apparently, it was very good.

 

I awoke close to Plymouth. The time was around 2pm and we were heading to a place called Mont Edgecombe Park. Once in a carpark I thought we would be getting out however, it turned out that my mum’s friend – who we had come to see – was at a different part of the park, so we drove there.

 

Mum’s friend looked familiar. I think I had seen him at the Japanese school but … it’s quiet away from Plymouth. We walked around the park where mum and dad spoke to mum’s friend. Apparently, he likes wargames therefore, he must be a great bloke!

 

We didn’t stay long and soon we were on our way again. We went past the place dad travels to for work (The Cornwall Bakery) and into Dartmoor. We went through a place called Tavistock which looked stunning. Dad wasn’t overly happy at this point as he thought he’d got a speeding ticket just prior to entering Tavistock (thankfully he hadn’t). We continued through Dartmoor national park and it was lovely. We finally made it onto the A30 and it wasn’t long before we made it to our destination. Exeter.

 

Before we got the hotel, we went to a seafood restaurant. To get there we had to pass the docks. My dad kept hold of me tightly as we walked past water. I wasn’t in the mood for food; my mum and dad ordered me chicken however; I hardly ate any of it. They had scallops, place and haddock. They really enjoyed their meal however, dad looked a little shocked when he was handed the bill.

 

The hotel mum and dad had chosen was opposite Exeter’s train station and a little drive from the restaurant. As I was pushed into the reception my mouth opened; boy it beautiful! It was an old Victorian building with high ceilings and grand staircases. We were given our room key and off we went.

 

The room was boiling hot! The sofa had been setup as a bed for me, and my mum and dad had a super king size bed which looked very comfortable. So comfortable I decided to join them as there was enough room for three. Before falling asleep, dad hung all of our shoes on the room’s radiator to dry.

 

I feel asleep dreaming of the sea.

 

Toodle Pip!