Looking pasty in Cornwall

Greetings from a field in Bude which you may be aware is in Cornwall rather than Devon where we spent the past week.

You can tell we’ve moved because the rain has a slightly different taste (thankfully it wasn’t raining earlier).

Our final three days in Woolacombe saw the kids reach new heights.

Including this...

...and this.

Thankfully both were safely tethered to ropes at all times.

They also had an hour each harassing a pony.

And Jamie indulged in a bit of hardcore bodyboarding.

We went shopping yesterday in a lovely little town called Ilfracombe where Jamie stumbled across a mini-electric guitar which he now plans to restore to its former glory.

He played it the whole way to the car just like The Edge in the “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” video.

Against our better judgement, we chanced the camp entertainment on both of our last two nights.

And it doesn’t get more camp than this.

Last night’s main event was two nice chaps playing tunes on strings, including an electric mandolin.

Jamie was almost as excited as I was and he’s now thinking of asking the Norn Iron wing of his family circle to buy him one for Christmas.

And with that, Devon was done and the caravan left behind at 10am today.

Our new home for the next four nights is another tent.

Unlike in the caravan, we have to share these with the other guests.

But, hey, we’re still on holiday and - unlike in our caravan - we don’t have to provide our own bog roll.

Laters.