Our second weekend at Roseland Parc, and time to look around the area a bit.
Saturday morning we jumped in the car and took a trip down the little lanes of Cornwall in search of a nearby beach. I had forgotten just how narrow the lanes are at times. Our aim was the closest beach called ‘Portloe’ that is just a handful of miles from us.
Well, we found it, but by the time we arrived in the little fishing village, my stress levels of narrow lanes and meeting cars left me less than interested in stopping. We didn’t find anywhere to park so we drove through and carried on down the narrow pathways that were advertised as roads. I didn’t see anything that resembled a true beach, as the village is more for the small fishing boats.
After a further few miles of getting up close and personal with the hedges and oncoming car drivers, we came to another beach that looked far more promising. There were several people on surfboards plus quite a stretch of what looked like sand.
Once again there was nowhere obvious to park.
We decided to give up on the idea and continued between the hedges and back towards roads where my proximity warning alarms weren’t continually beeping.
It was only about an hour’s drive, but we decided to ignore this area for a week or two until the holidaymakers have taken their surfboards back home.
After lunch we both went for a swim, and I extended my distance a little as I gave my legs and arms a short burst of activity. That was enough for the day, and I felt we had earnt an evening bottle of wine while we watched the television.
On Sunday morning we drove (wide roads this time) to St Austell and B&Q. It was time to buy a second new toilet seat. When the local handyman/plumber was repairing a leaking sink waste, he sat too heavily on our toilet seat and broke it. The seat was an obviously rather cheap one, and the handyman is rather large gentleman.
We also bought some plants for the area outside the front door to make it feel a little more homely.
With the toilet seat fitted, I turned my attention to the cricket. As I looked text messages showing the score every few minutes I accepted that we were going to lose the match. There was just one wicket left before England lost the third test, and the ashes, so I turned to the boring dross on the television instead. Just before it was time to eat, I took a look at the cricket score again and was amazed to see that we were within 9 runs of winning.
I listened to the final few balls of the match and whooped in delight as Ben Stokes somehow managed to scratch the winning runs from what was a almost certain defeat.
Well done young man!
Now can the rest of the England team please take note of how to avoid getting out so easily.
Monday morning we drove the other way past Truro and down to Falmouth. It seemed rather quiet on the roads for a Bank Holiday. Falmouth was a little busier but not too bad. We went into the National Maritime Museum that is a favourite of ours. We now have entrance for the next 12 months to come back. We stayed long enough to get coffee and a look around the new Titanic exhibition but then turned our attention to shopping for more bits for the home.
Today it was a roller blind for the kitchen window, plus some white paint for the window sill. That will keep me busy tomorrow.
The drive home was not so quiet with the roads were now packed with tourists making the most of their last day in Cornwall before rushing home for work tomorrow morning.
The afternoon in Roseland Parc was a quiet one, and I fell asleep on the balcony in the sunshine.
We have been invited to a gettogether at one of our neighbours at 5:00, and I am looking forward to seeing some new faces.