After a bit of banter and lunch, the weather seemed to improve a little in early afternoon and we decided to head for the beach at nearby Porthcothan. Like most Cornish beaches, it was a replica of the NSW coast with lots of sand tucked between rocky headlands, and lifeguards patrolling the goings on between red and yellow flags. Well, things weren't quite the same. Both the air and water temperatures were advertised at about 16-17C, rather below Aussie data. The sky was leaden; and the waves incredibly choppy because of the narrow entrance between the headlands and the strong winds coming in-shore.
The pictures below show basically me in the company of the kids as I was only adult present willing to chance the waves and chilly water. I took Hollie out a little way and I lifted her up as the often strong waves came in, much to her delight.
Lucie, meanwhile, donned her wetsuit (!) and practiced standing on her child-sized surf-board, watched by grandma Daphne.
A little later, I waded much further out with Lucie, who hovered close by as the strong waves pounded us both. The picture attached looks rather dramatic, but we were both safe where we were and Lucie, I was assured, could swim well. You can just make out her head to my right!
The surfing was rounded off with a round of beach cricket and an ice-cream, to the applause of all present, before heading back to the glamp-ground and a meal at a nearby pub.
A short postscript. Our outward trip was delayed by a vehicle fire on the highway. This was the second time in two days that we had seen burning or burnt-out vehicles, so beware. British cars and vans are prone to spontaneous combustion.
AS
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