Photo diary: week 34, project 365

In case you were wondering what has happened to my photo diary week 33, we were travelling that weekend, and I haven't mastered the art of adding photos to my blog, using the iphone. So, I'll skip that week altogether, "stealing" one of the days from that week to add to my week 34. As it is all about our holiday to Cornwall, it makes total sense. Well, at least to me...

On Saturday we had one hell of a day, travelling to Penzance from Oxford by train. The train was packed full, and some entitled people were already sitting in the seats which we reserved in advance.
Travelling with Sasha is stressful enough without an added pressure. He needs 2:1 assistance while travelling, so we always book seats to alleviate his anxiety and safeguard him.
The family of cheeky f***ers didn't want to budge, claiming that they had a full right to sit there without any reservation, and there was nothing we could do. There was nobody around to complain to. Thankfully, two seats were offered by people who travelled separately and didn't mind to go elsewhere. We couldn't really split up and sit by ourselves. It's not safe for Sasha, and he would suffer from a panic attack or hurt himself. Anyway, we wouldn't consider it.
Eddie got a seat, and I was standing next to him for about an hour and a half, until more people left.
The cheeky f***ers' family also put a pushchair in the narrow entrance by the suitcases, with the baby inside. When we were getting in, with my hands full of bags, I tripped over the wheel and managed to fall backwards, hitting the back pretty bad. Again, the woman didn't bother even to apologise or ask me if I was all right. I'm glad I didn't overturn the buggy with the baby, but it was such a hazard. Some people have no brain or consideration for the others.
When we finally arrived to the cottage in Sennen Cove where we stayed for a week, I was delighted with the view from just outside the door over the bay and the sea. It's simply breathtaking.

This was our first visit to Sennen Cove. I will be writing about the village and the cottage where we stayed separately. Usually we go to Perranuthnoe, and for Sasha that place means Cornwall.
For him any change is a cause of anxiety, and he was quite unsettled through the whole week.
He kept showing me the picture symbols in his social story books -"home", "bus", "taxi", "drive", "ready to go" every day. It was clear he didn't want to stay there. Lesson learnt, we have booked the next year's holiday already in the cottage which he knows well.
Here he is, giving me an Eskimo kiss. The beach was very foggy that day, it was beautiful but eerie.

It was clear that the summer was coming to an end. I think we only had one hot afternoon from the whole week, and most days I was wearing a cardi or even a mac to the beach.
Here is the "obligatory" jumping-on-the-beach photo we do every year in Cornwall. And yes, every year I look ridiculous.

Eddie loves playing in the waves, but squeaks when they get rough, and rightly so. On a few days we were there the poster by the sea was announcing that the currents were strong.

Half way through the holiday, my impractical husband decided to buy a surf board for Eddie. Yes, such a brilliant idea. Eddie was thrilled, of course.

On Thursday evening it was so fresh and blustery, we decided to skip an evening walk to the beach, and explore a bit of the area above the village, with the Mayon Cliff which is the National Trust area. It's amazingly beautiful, with miles of wild erica and gorse bush.
I love everything about this photo, and will probably turn it into a canvas for Eddie's bedroom.

Friday was cold and wet. We did dare to go to the beach, but got caught in the rain on the way back. I like the look of this old funicular. I don't know if it's still in use.

Yesterday morning we said Good Bye to Sennen Cove and Captain's Haven. As we were waiting for the taxi to take us to Penzance train station, two paragliders were gliding over the cottage.