By the time James and I reached the Carvynick Country Club, it was past 19:30. We ate what was left of dinner and we all retired for the night.
On November 23rd, we woke up to a simply gorgeous day. It was cold (38 degrees F in the morning and mid 40s by the afternoon) but it was sunny.
|The view from LandShark's pitch was absolutely lovely.|
|Here are the kids during their typical morning ritual. Here, Paul is playing on the computer for his hour, while James half reads, half watches and Sarah messes with the dog.|
|Molly has a way of enjoying the rare sunny moments. Here, she's looking at me thinking, "You aren't going to make me move, are you?"|
|Sarah at the 1st hole tee off area. It's a straight par 3.|
|Looking at the second hole fairway.|
|View from the fifth hole green: The course was in pretty good shape. The grass on the greens was a bit long (and a bit mossy) and there weren't many bunkers to speak of but it was quite alright for the price.|
|Watching the sunset over Newquay Bay.|
|Newquay is a town where it's still alright to say Happy Christmas.|
|Truro Cathedral: In 1877, after a gap of almost 800 years, the Cornish Diocese was re-established and thereafter a cathedral built at Truro. The Diocese of Truro covers the whole of Cornwall, the Isles of Scilly plus two parishes in Devon.|
|The Truro Cathedral choir was one of the best we'd heard thus far in the UK.|
|It was a lovely sunset. It was difficult deciding which were the best moments at dusk.|
|There was very little breeze but Sarah managed to get the kite up and keep it going for quite a while.|
|Molly had a grand time fetching a tennis ball on the beach...until she lost it somewhere in the sand.|
|Trying to capture the sky reflected in the water.|
|After parking the car, we took the coastal path towards the Lizard Lighthouse.|
|The land to the left of the small buildings below is the most southerly point in England.|
|With so little breeze, it was definitely a team effort to keep that kite up in the air.|
|As a last ditched effort to get the kite far enough up in the air, Paul scaled a rock and let the kite go from up there, while James ran. The kite stayed up for a while but the kids soon tired of the arduous task.|
|We had the entire beach to ourselves. Definitely an upside to visiting in November.|
|Thousands of muscles were attached to the exposed rocks when the tide was out. Really made me crave moules marinières.|
|The Cornish coastline is really beautiful.|
|This would be a good photo for Molly's pet passport.|
|Returning from Kynance Cove. Paul trained Molly to carry her tennis ball (most of the way) back to the car. This photo was taken moments before poor Molly lost her ball down a fox hole.|
The Trebah Garden is the cumulative result of almost 200 years of horticultural endeavours. The Garden was at its peak at the beginning of WWII but because of the war, maintenance was reduced to the bare minimum.
|Parts of Trebah Garden were like visiting Jurassic Park. That leaf next to Sarah was bigger than she was.|
|While parts of the garden were dormant (see foreground), many plants like the hydrangeas were still in fine form.|
|Sarah enjoying the hot fires outside of the Stiltskins Restaurant. She also enjoyed getting dressed up and going to a (fancier) restaurant with her parents.|
The day progressed slowly with quite a bit of swearing as Vincent struggled with installing the blinds; the first one was about 1/2 cm too long to fit in the box valance. I was really hoping this wasn't going to be the situation for all 12 blinds. Fortunately, the following 4 Vince managed to hang, were measured correctly but they still were all difficult to hang and each warranted a special few swear words in the installation process. The end result was wonderful though. What a difference. We may think twice about selling LandShark at the end of this trip...
Meanwhile, I stripped all the beds and did 3 loads of laundry. I also pulled the bunk mattresses and discovered dampness underneath (one of the problems with camping in the cold weather) and so wiped the bunk platforms down. I cleaned our bathroom and reorganized several clothing drawers. Then while laundry was drying, I helped Sarah with some homework.
The day slowly crept by and when 5pm came along, I decided to make use of the Carvynick indoor swimming pool (very warm water) and hot tub. The kids came along with me and it was a welcome diversion during a clearly non-exciting day. When we returned I made dinner. At this point, all of us were coming down with some sort of cold (the downside of close living quarters) and so went to bed hoping we'd all be feeling better the next morning.
On November 28th, it was time to leave the UK, but not before taking Paul to Well Dental in Truro for an emergency braces repair; one of the brackets came free from a tooth and so we wanted to see if we could get it fixed while we were still in the land of a common language. Unfortunately, Paul's braces were different enough that the orthodontist did not have the right tools to take the archwire off to glue the bracket back on. It wasn't a wasted trip however because he instructed Paul on how to clean the tooth with the loose bracket and provided fluoride rinse to help minimize the risk of decay before Paul would return to the US (end of January). Dr Jones was very kind and didn't charge a pence for seeing us.
|While Dr Jones really wanted to fix Paul's bracket, he was facing a different style of braces.|
Later that afternoon, we drove to Plymouth to take a Brittany Ferry to Roscoff, France. Ironically, it was American Thanksgiving and we were leaving from Plymouth, just like the pilgrims did in 1620. I can say the ship facilities had vastly improved over what the Mayflower offered. The ferry left at 20:45 and would arrive at 8:00 France time the next day.
|LandShark tucked away snuggly on the Bretagne. The Prius was on an upper level.|
|Meanwhile, the kids quickly settled into their bunks and made the most of the wifi before we sailed too far off shore. Internet access in France would be a new project yet to be solved.|