to the sea: return to rcd bay

and breathe. the most anticipated of all trips finally kicked off after a build-up more intense than an ill-fated england world cup campaign. benny started things off on wednesday night by blagging everyone that he was already there, then dyke and kristy gave everyone the shock of their lives by sending evidence of their 10am arrival....from then on it was a foot to the floor damage limitation exercise. the weather was looking great, all but bob and lucy arrived, played some football then to the bayview via an ill-conceived spot of bodyboarding, only to be taunted by some 'lance from neighbours' lookalike claiming there was nothing to surf. if only we had enough about us to come out with something as witty as we could surf his mom. doh. back to the site, bbq sparked and the most excited man in britain arrived. we dropped the bombshell of nays pregnancy which was greatly received, not so much a suprise after a blog that people were not meant to see slipped through the net, or more strutted through the gaping doorway, but all was good and we stumbled to bed. the following day brought more great weather but still no waves, even the tumble dryer territory of trebarwith strand couldn't come up with the goods, it did however deliver a tribute and a great view (check bobby m pictured with glass of said ale). the evening brought a return to the bayview and the crazy table that seems to facilitate so well the sinking of several pints of sunset. the balmy weather continued into saturday and brought with it some waves, an afternoon surf and no flipper loss was a notable success, but the biggest talking point of the day hinged around bennys seemingly perfect specimen of a camel toe. kate is a lucky lady. a late afternoon bbq complete with fish medley went down well, with plenty of vino, and before we knew it we were awaking to yet more sunshine and the prospect of packing up to get down to polperro. before leaving rcd bay we headed down to the beach for one last surf, with the now quite good waves not hiding the now legendary benton-toe. little changes in polperro, the walk around the coastal path was a great as ever and the doombar still tastes like tribute in the pilchards. a dissapointing meal in the noughts and crosses, and a scary exit past some growling locals put an end to the evening with everyone feeling a bit bloated and slightly let down. with the break for most ending with not so much of a crescendo as a whimper, benny and kate, dyke and kristy, and rutta and flare packed up and headed off early on monday. there was time for one last piece of comedy gold when rutta showed dyke where the auto-ignition was on his bbq, which, after seeing him set fire to his hands and eyebrows on a regular basis in the last 2 years, was quite amusing. this left me and nays and bob and lucy to indulge in a spot of crabbing (conventional not manion), and leasurely river crossing in looe, before a bottle of wine on the beach and what can only be described as a gourmet bbq. a very sophisticated end to another 5 days of what can only be described as the best thing in the world.