It was a dark and stormy night. The storm we had been expecting arrived sometime in the night and the thunder was so close and so loud that it shook the building. It also poured down biblically which sounded like hail on the roof. The girls slept through it and we were very glad we choose to stay in a room rather than the campsite.
Quite a lot of people were staying in the campsite and we saw the refugees coming in to dry off while we were eating a hearty full English. The manager greeted each one with "you survived then?".
After breakfast it was feeding time for the animals and we went round in a group with buckets af grain for the chickens, pigs, goats etc. The girls had a go but lost interest after a while and we wandered over to the trampolines and wooden fort. Here we meet a little girl who's mum and sister were doing the feeding but who couldn't join in because she "picks up anything" whatever that means. She told me she was a big girl and so was her sister. I ignored this threat and kept an eye on her till het Mum got back.
We exercised our National Trust membership with a visit to Trerice house. Apparently the inspiration for Trenwith in Poldark. We were surprised to be able to walk around the inside of the house without the girls touching or breaking anything.
Then we went for a cream tea in the tea room which was messy but very well received. We had neglected to bring bibs. There were other thigs to doo in Trerice, we had a game of quoits and a run in the corn maze, Ķlara insisted on a visit to the second hand book shop before we left.
The weather had defied the forecast again and it was properly sunny as we were passing Watergate bay so wet stopped for some more beach time. Again I was not really dressed for the beach and I actually wore wellies for a while. I soon took them off and rolled my trousers up again.
The girls had lots of fun swimming in the large rock pools and we waded in with them. The tide was slowly coming in and as each pool disappeared we moved up to the next one. I timed running back to move the boots and things just right and the spot they were on went under water a minute later.
The beach got smaller and the crowd got closer together until eventually it was time to head to Em&Eds. Cornwall is not a very good place to get a phone signal and wet were having trouble getting the Google map directions to their house. Luckily we were able to call in at the farm and use their Wi-Fi without even getting out of the car.
At Em and Eds we sat in the garden in the sun and held the baby and played with the dog. The girls are not afraid of Pip anymore and were happy to pet her and pull her tale, something that Pip will endure but which they might not want to try on other dogs.
We bathed the girls in the new big freestanding bath as we only had a shower at the hotel and we had already filled that with sand. Em and Ed cooked us a very nice curry for dinner that evening.