|Somewhat cuddlier than my normal fellow (London commuter) travellers|
We went there at the same time last year and loved it but if anything I think this year was better. For a still wobbly 18 month old it's a fun place to cuddle bunnies and ride on a tractor. For an up and running two and a half year old it's a place of magic and wonder. Coombe Mill lies at the bottom of a steep sided valley and as we descended into it, and the mobile phone signal shrugged and then vanished. It really did feel a world away from anywhere, especially South London. E was instantly desperate to explore and before poor Fred had even got all the bags into our lodge she was leading me across the grass and down to the little wooden bridge over the river. On the other side we found chickens! Oh the excitement! Oh the amazing need-to-do-a-chicken-impression right now excitement! Win.
|Breakfast so fresh that some of it's still warm!|
|E's new best friend, Dotty|
We did occasionally tear ourselves away. We celebrated our wedding anniversary with fish and chips in Padstein and had a lovely morning with a friend in Bude. My daughter threw herself flat on the sand, hers burrowed in then tried to eat it. Approximately 500 baby-wipes later we went to a local cafe and promptly covered it in cake crumbs and peas (causing several unusually sour faced pensioners to leave the premises).
|Eagerly awaiting out fish and Chips in Padstow|
|Look out!!! E's driving the tractor!!!|
Towards the end of the week we were starting to worry that E would be really upset when we had to go home, but fortunately the promise of visiting Granny and Grandad en-route cheered her right up and having said a last goodbye to Dotty (and the fake crocodile in the lake), we put the car in second, and then first and headed back up the valley to a chorus of beeps from our neglected smart phones. Oh, hello again world.
|Not just farm animals....|