Holiday to Cornwall

After all the lovely weather we’d been having so far this summer we had high hopes for long sunny days in Cornwall for our holiday last week. But it just wasn’t meant to be. The first half of our week was very wet and quite chilly at times, but it didn’t get us down as with a toddler in tow everything is fun whatever the weather!

We stayed in a little cottage which was part of a converted barn on a working dairy farm. We had no internet and little to no mobile signal – after the initial panic I actually found it really relaxing! It meant that our holiday was a proper escape from reality.

Taking a ride on the Launceston Steam Railway was a fun way to keep out of the rain. There were three different types of carriage and we rode in all of them since our ticket permitted us to travel as many times as we wanted throughout the day.

Rosalie was given her own ticket which she kept in her coat pocket and showed to the conductor when he came around. She especially liked the sound of the whistle!

I took this photo of Rosalie at Launceston Castle – she was running down the slope into Daddy’s arms, and I just love how happy she looks. Seeing her here makes me a tad emotional as she looks like a proper little girl.

Our nearest beach was Duckpool – it’s very rocky near the cliffs making it good for rockpooling…

…but at low tide there was plenty of sand too for Rosalie to dig in!

We visited Duckpool Beach on a wet day and Rosalie had so much fun jumping in the waves – aren’t puddle suits great?!

And here’s the proof that I was there!

Wednesday was our best day weather-wise, so we took the opportunity to hire bikes and do some more of the Tarka Trail. We did Torrington to Fremington last year on our holiday to North Devon, so this time we went in the opposite direction, towards Meeth.

It was such a hot day, Rosalie was getting restless in the trailer and I was ahem, a tad saddle sore, so we didn’t cycle quite as far as we had planned, but we did discover an amazing spot for lunch so we spent a happy hour in the orchard eating freshly prepared wraps and nachos and watching Rosalie play with some other children.

Rosalie had her very first ice cream in a cone from the Hockings van in Bideford. She did surprisingly well considering it was melting at a rate of knots!

We spent a morning at Sandymouth Beach – building sand castles, picnicing and paddling.

The beach looks deserted, but there were other people on it, just not very many, and it is a very big beach! Rosalie had a whale of a time in the big pools of water…

I love this photo of me and my baby girl (despite the windswept look I’ve got going on).

On our last day we spent the day at Clovelly, which is a pretty, cobbled fishing village built into the cliff.

It’s really steep but Rosalie managed to walk most of the way down and back up again, with a few stops of course!

With all the walking on those tricky cobbles Rosalie was quite worn out and had a lovely sleep in the carrier – it’s rare for that to happen these days so I really cherished snuggling with my sleepy baby girl whilst having a stroll and a grown-up chat with Jim.

I was so grateful that we were able to go on holiday, Rosalie definitely enjoyed spending so much time with Daddy, and I came back feeling refreshed. There really is nothing better than spending time with my family in the fresh air, whatever the weather.