Best of Both Worlds


It’s been a busy few days catching up with the kids, friends and various bits of business. Whilst Himself has been occupied on important matters (motorbike ride on Dartmoor with his mate) I have been running hither and yon working my way through a rather large shopping list of items to take back to Asturias with us.

Funny what you miss. Cheddar for example. The best one I know of, which has become a cult favourite with our neighbours, is Worthy Cheddar* a mature waxed cheddar from Glastonbury with a round, smooth, tangy taste.  Also sausages. Try Kernow Sausages….nummy! Thankfully I was able to pick up a truckle or two and a couple of packs this weekend as the makers were in the big white marquee on the Piazza in Truro. The marquee is a regular monthly sight and is run by Deborah Martyn Events* and is not just full of gorgeous food (Hayley’s Bakes* bring tears to your eyes they are so good) but also really high quality arts and crafts. My absolute favourite is Finishing Touches Jewellery*, beautiful handcrafted silver beaded and semi-precious earrings, bracelets and necklaces…I just can’t resist! (Nor can I resist Trenance* Chocolates Turkish Delight…but that is another story).

Can you tell I am a fan of these events?

This “hit and run” has been most enjoyable. It’s been wonderful to see Cornwall in the sunshine (something of a rarity these past few years) and to catch up with friends, although my BF has actually been out of the county for this visit and I don’t get to see her until September and have missed our long, girlie, gossipy lunch…just saying!

Anyway, this time next week we’ll be heading for the Spanish border and our Asturian home. We really do have the best of both worlds.

P.S The photo is of a rather attractive patch of weed in the front garden that I valiantly saved from the gardener’s strimmer…well, it is pretty!


*Deborah Martyn Events

*Worthy Cheddar

*Kernow Sausages

*Hayley’s Bakes, Caffé Nova, Stithians Lake, Redruth

*Trenance Chocolate

*Finishing Touches Jewellery



The Daughter in her robes in the grounds of Bristol Cathedral. We are just bursting with pride!

Here we go again….



We loaded up the caravan, manoeuvred it up the short, steep lane to the road, hitched it to the car and took the first steps towards retracing the 1300km back up through Spain and France to catch the Ferry, this time from Roscoff to Plymouth, to get back to Cornwall in time to travel to Bristol to watch our beloved Daughter graduate with a 2:1 (Hons) in International Relations. Oh, the things we do….

It’s been hot, hot, hot! The temperature has been above 32 deg and the air-con in the car gave up just past the Spanish border on Thursday,  so we had to resort to the old fashioned method of opening the windows. However, this time, Himself and I have stayed on speaking terms even when I have been driving!  It helped to have a plan of action: the first night we stayed on an Aire, which had the added bonus of a rather posh shower; the second night we headed back to Camping Le Bateau at Rochefort (Charente Maritime) which we had so enjoyed on the way down.  I so recommend this site! Then today we drove straight through to just beyond Quimper to stay at our friends’ house in Brittany, in preparation for our early start tomorrow (5am for heaven sakes – it still comes as a surprise when I realise there are two 5 o’clocks in one day) then we nip across the channel to Plymouth and head West.

The Pups have been wonderful: Boy Dog always travels well, he hunkers down and stays relaxed all the way through (upside down, legs in the air), Girl Dog sightsees out of the windows, her ears flapping in the breeze and a contented smile on her face. Of course, they just know that at the end of it all they get to see two of their favourite people, after us of course, The Youngest and The Daughter. And, when we come back this way in two weeks time, there is an extra special surprise for them – The Eldest will be waiting for them!

Never boared


This country is always throwing up surprises. I was opening the bedroom window to let in some night time air as the temperature has been in the  mid 30’s for the last week and this is what I saw snuffling around the bottom of a cherry tree just 10m away, a female wild boar and her four cute boarlets. They stayed for 20 minutes until spooked by a car coming up the lane. The next night Himself was outside, just as dusk turned to twilight, locking up the garage and found himself face to glinting tusk with the biggest male boar  you can imagine.  The boar owned the night as Himself made a swift, yet stealthy, retreat.