august extravaganza part 1

after the july heatwave all was optimistic about the august bank holiday jaunt to cornwall, built up for months as the encore to a fine summer of drinking whiskey on campsites whilst pretending to bodyboard. that was until we saw the weather forecast. and realised that every campsite in cornwall was fully booked as we had unsuprisingly not got our arses into gear on time. so, after a couple of days blind panic lucy managed to bag us a site just across the border in devon (urgh) but close enough to some nice cornwall beaches to fit the bill. arriving at hartland in driving rain me and nays amazingly bumped into bob and lucy in the pub no less and thought it would be rudeness of the highest order not to sample a couple of the ales on offer, however this didn't go down too well with benny when he found out as for a while it looked like he may have had to do the shop...so after him throwing what can only be described as the pap of all paps he scared me and bob into submission, receding tales between our legs to do the shop. at the site all was good, a nice farmer led us by quad and got some caravan types to move so we could have more space, which was nice, and once everyone arrived the evening descended into the usual pattern of ale/steak/whiskey/bed. we awoke freshish and ventured down to the nearest beach - sandy mouth - as recommended by my all famous cornwall pamphlet to embark on a spot of wave peppering, though it proved difficult as things were a bit messy. the afternoon was spent doing not much and observing some dweeb sack. this led to an evening stroll down to hartland quay, which proved to be beyond everyones expectations and a great spot with a pub on the rocks and the waves crashing in around us. the following day we decided to head off to trebarwith strand, a place discovered a few weeks earlier and generally decided pretty nice thanks to the brilliance of the pamphlet. dyke was all excited cos kristy was on her way and the waves were looking good if i bit big, but benny continued his rapid development into pro bodyboard god with some crazy moves whilst bob got overconfident and royally tumbledryered. we headed back to meet kristy, then had a fine few hours of frisbee (no dweeb sacking), followed by the usual ale/steak/whiskey routine. oh, and dyke enjoyed some vegetable wraps. so the last night before moving on into cornwall and the prospect of st. ives mmmm and sennen mmmmmm passed and we told ourslelves not to drink so much whiskey in the following days. cough.



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