A week of joy: our Cornish holidays

 

Decades ago, when I was a child, I loved reading books about King Arthur and Merlin. Cornwall appeared to me such an exotic faraway place. I couldn't even imagine then that years later I would be visiting and re-visiting this magic land again and again.

Just a couple of weeks ago I read a weekly column by Caitlyn Moran, who is generally acknowledged to be a great wit, where she dismisses holidays in Cornwall as "the contractual obligation of the British middle classes in summer". How sniffy and presumptious! 

I really don't care much about the middle class's ambitions and expectations. Cornwall is the place we've been visiting for the last twenty five years in all seasons, and I never get bored of it. It's the highlight of my summer, if not the whole year.

Having a family member with autism who thrives on routine and familiar places and patterns, we tend to stay in the same place for his sake. A few years ago we were too late to book a week in "our" cottage, which Sasha loves so much. Lesson learnt, he didn't enjoy staying somewhere else, and now we book our holidays over a year in advance. 

Last year it was touch and go, as we didn't know until the last moment whether the lockdown would be lifted for us to travel. This summer I also worried that something would go wrong. 

If you have a peek inside our house, we have photos and pictures of Cornwall in almost every single room (bar toilets). And it's no wonder: you want to surround yourselves with things which remind you of happy times.

The trip itself is always long and tiring, but my heart lifts up when I see the wind turbines. It's a sign that we're getting closer to our destination.

We stopped by at Tanya's (Bodmin) for a coffee takeaway, and it turned out to be an unforgettable experience. The rudeness of the lady behind the counter was epic. Since then I read reviews on TripAdvisor, and laughed aloud. We were also greeted with "What do you want?"

The cakes were displayed behind the "family-friendly" sign. Service with a snarl and suboptimal coffee guaranteed that we won't be returning to Tanya's ever again. 

We arrived at our cottage in Perranuthnoe just after 6pm. The sea view from our bedroom always gladdens my heart.

Whatever the weather, we rush to the beach as soon as we have had taken all our luggage in and had a quick cuppa. The first sight of the sea makes me beam from ear to ear and want to jump with joy like a 5-year-old. The salty air, the breeze, the sound of the waves restore my energy, and my tiredness dissolves.

We were lucky with the weather. The forecast was pretty gloomy, it was supposed to rain most of the week, but it turned out to be much much better. It only rained one day, and though it was never hot, it was lovely. The boys spent most of the time on the beach, surfing and digging themselves into the sand. Our group was bigger this time, and Eddie had a companion of his age to share all the crazy antics.

Our friend J has a great sense of humour, and is so good with camera. He was forever snapping us, like our personal paparazzi. We were larking around a lot, like kids.

Eddie had a blast with his surfing board, getting soaked through and through in the cold water. I only dared to dip my feet and didn't fancy to go in the deep.

In the evenings we often walk to the other side of the village, along the coast towards Marazion and St Michael's Mount. We call it the rocky beach, but I'm sure it has an official name. On the way there we often stop by someone's villa with an old cannon looking at the sea. 

We actually visited St Michael's Mount this year. I booked our trip online several weeks in advance. We were lucky to have a chance to walk on the causeway early in the morning towards the castle. On the way back, the tide was coming in and we travelled by boat.

Since we were booked to arrive at a specific time, I thought that would mean there would be fewer people in the castle at a given time. It was packed full. So much for social distancing. You could hardly move around some rooms without bumping into the other people. The rooms are pretty small as they are.

We visited St Michael's before, around twelve years ago, and it was as busy then, but naively I expected a more organised influx of visitors this time.

We still enjoyed climbing up the hill, looking around from above, and admiring the interior and art collection.

I just love the library at St Michael's with this cosy reading nook.

I have hundreds of photos from our trip, and looking at them makes me feel happy and a little bit nostalgic. I wish we lived closer and could visit Cornwall more often.

I've been reading in the papers and social media that the Cornish are fed up with the tourists and appear as surly and inhospitable. We didn't feel unwelcome at all (apart from Tanya's, who probably had a bad day). The Tesco driver who brought our grocery order was very polite, asked where we came from and wished us a good week.

The Cornish food company, where we also placed a food order, were an absolute delight to communicate with. The food arrived when we were still travelling to the cottage. 

Everyone in the hospitality business, was polite and professional, and what more can you ask?! 

On the way back we stopped for a quick bite in Marazion. 

If you happen to visit Marazion, do stop by the Ruby's ice cream shop. I tried a Cornish cream tea flavour, made with clotted cream, strawberries and pieces of scones, and it was a pure delight.

A trip to Penzance is a must, when you stay in this part of Cornwall. Sadly, the Admiral Benbow pub where we usually go for lunch, was closed on that day, so instead we had a meal in the cafe On the Bay, looking at the harbour. 

There were six of us with different diet and food preferences, but they catered to all our tastes: we had a gluten free meal, two vegetarian, one pescatarian and two meat-eaters. The food was fresh and tasty. And the views across the bay towards St Michael's are scenic.

The beach in Perranuthnoe is amazingly clean. Walking around, we didn't see any discarded rubbish. Many people had picnics and BBQs on the beach, but they clearly took all the rubbish with them.

One evening, as we arrived for a stroll and splash, there was a big company on the beach, with a tent and a table next to the BBQ. They had a big spread on the table with all the condiments. I chuckled appreciatively at how organised they were. 

It's not just the kids who enjoyed splashing around, the big guys were in the water as well.

When it was getting too teeth-chatteringly cold in the sea, the boys would dig themsleves in the sand to warm up.

Sash was in his element. He loves the sea, and always has had, since he was a little child and we first stayed by the sea in Italy. He jumps in the waves, flapping his arms, and doesn't care if anyone is watching. 

Years ago we used to go on horse-riding holidays in Cornwall. We stayed in the B&B in St Hilary's. The family has sold the B&B since then, but they still own the stables. The last time we've seen them was when I was pregnant with Eddie. 

We passed by the stables in the car and called them to ask if we could visit the horses. I didn't expect they would be able to offer us a slot, as it was really an impromptu call, but they were happy to offer us a slot in the morning.

The place is called Churchtown Morgans.

When I say that Sasha was ecstatic, I do not exaggerate. He was so happy to ride. And the horses are marvellous, they don't mind that he was agitated when he arrived at the stables and was jumping with joy at the sight of them. They must sense how happy he is next to them. 

It was Eddie's first time riding a horse, and he enjoyed every minute of it. He asked if we could do it again next time we go to Cornwall. I should hope so.

The summer is almost over, and the week in Cornwall will be forever etched in our memories as the week of joy and happiness.

Memories of Cornwall

When it comes to sunsets, Cornwall is surely the envy of the other counties. And in the previous week we've seen a lot of glorious sunsets along the beautiful coastline. The sun gradually slipping behind the horizon is one of the most fascinating sights, and I never tire of it.

Our trip to Cornwall was booked last year. We tend to stay in the same cottage in the village of Perranuthnoe, where all the properties get snapped a year in advance. We love the closeness to the sea, the cottage itself is very comfortable, and our elder son revels in the familiarity of the place.

This is the view of the sea and the village from one of the bedroom windows. You lie on the bed, and drift to sleep with the skies getting darker and darker, and the occasional lights from the distant trawler. Though this year, I had to pull down the blinds, as they have installed the sensor lights by the front door just below the windows, which kept blinking like a disco through the night. Must have been feral cats, foxes or bats, I've never seen anything live moving, whenever I peeked in the night.

We didn't know until the last moment whether this trip would even happen, what with Covid, and all the travel arrangements with social distancing and the joy of masks. I've been fretting for the last few weeks, keeping my fingers crossed, that we could make it.
Staying in Cornwall for a week is a highlight of my year. I don't want to go to the hot climes of the Mediterranean for a break, I'm happy breathing the salty air of the Cornish coastline.

I wonder if this cutie was one of our night visitors, who kept triggering the sensor lights?!

Which souvenirs do you bring home from your trips? I always bring a bag of rocks and pebbles, polished by the sea. I found this lovely pebble on the first night of our stay in Cornwall, and just knew I had to bring it home with me. Now I have to decide where to place it in our garden.
And there's Eddie photo-bombing me from behind the patio doors.

I have easily taken about a thousand photos in Cornwall, but don't worry, I won't bombard you with all of them. I've picked 15, which bring happy memories and make me want to go back to the sea.

Usually I'm behind the camera, so that I don't have many photos of myself, but I asked Eddie to take a few snaps. This is the SoyaConcept top I bought just before our trip. If you read my Photo diary posts, you might remember when I mentioned that I loved that top in the shop window display. It was just perfect for cooler Cornish evenings by the sea.

My boys love the seaside as much as I do. Eddie was so happy, frolicking and rollicking in the waves.
The beach was the busiest I've ever seen it, and we've been staying in this village for about 10 years.
It must be all the visitors who would usually go abroad for summer holidays, but had to change their plans due to Covid.

The village we stay in doesn't have any grocery shops, sadly, so you need to order food online or go to a nearby town (Marazion or Penzance). I've been watching the Tesco slots like a hawk, and managed to book one flexi-slot at 12.01am, when all the hourly slots were snapped immediately.

We also had a food delivery from The Cornish Food Box Company. I cannot recommend them highly enough. They work with more than 250 local producers and farmers. Everything in our order was fresh and high quality. I wish I've taken a photo of the delivery when it arrived, but my guys were starving, and I started cooking our lunch as soon as the food arrived.

Among many other things, I have ordered a traditional saffron cake and scones, with the delicious Trewithen Dairy clotted cream and wonderfully fragrant Strawberry & rose petal jam from Gathered.
I loved that jam, it was like the essence of summer.

In the evenings we like to walk to the rocky beach, well, we call it that, I don't know what's the official name for it. You walk to the left from the village, along the coastal path towards Marazion and St Michael's Mount. There is an old cannon and a rusty anchor by one of the villas on the way. They keep the gates open for people to have a look around and take photos.

For the last few years Eddie and I have a jumping photo taken. It has become a tradition. This is not the best snap, but Sash was getting restless, and we didn't have much time for getting a better shot. Well, we tried. It was windy, and my hair was getting in my face.
This is one of the "embarrassing parent's" photos. I wonder when Eddie would reach a point when he refuses to jump with me?

This is our Sash in a relaxed mood. He wasn't always relaxed, I think the crowds on the beach have made him more anxious. He loves walking to the rocky beach, as there are hardly any people there, and he can spend ages standing next to the waves, looking at St Michael's Mount.

Playing in the sand is a must, when you're on the beach.

You wait and wait for your holidays for a whole year, and then the week whizzes past, fast like a bullet. And it's time to say Good bye to your favourite spot in the world, and travel home.
We wanted to extend our Cornish adventure, and on the way back visited two of the iconic Cornish landmarks - Land's End and Tintagel.

Land's End was quite busy. We walked around, looking at the cliffs, covered in herbs and blooms. I've read there are over 80 kinds of moss on the rocks there. I've never seen such an abundance of monbretia in the wild, presuming that it was a garden plant.
We bought some substandard rock (as in confectionery), which was too soggy soft, and a postcard with a stamp to send to the grandparents in Italy.

We should have checked out Tintagel website before deciding to visit it, as of course, everything is pre-booked in advance these days. But it would have been unrealistic for us, and with the ever-unreliable Cornish weather, plans could always go awry.

The village itself was a hell of a crowded space. Social distancing was non-existent, there were queues and crowds everywhere, and I didn't feel comfortable visiting any of the shops or cafes.

You could still walk down the path to see the remains of the castle and Merlin's cave from the side.
When I saw the new slate bridge over the gorge, I was kind of glad we didn't have tickets.
There is no way I would want to walk on it. I'm not good with heights at all, and even looking at the footbridge from below gave me heart palpitations.

I always wanted to visit Tintagel. It has strong links to the legends of King Arthur and Merlin.
Maybe one day, I will revisit it properly, but only walking on the lower bridge.

We said Good Bye to Cornwall, and now have our photos and memories to go back to. I miss Cornwall already.

Summer at my Sister's by Emily Harvale

Summer at my Sister’s

Twin sisters. One scorching summer.

A bucketful of secrets.

Diana’s life is perfect. Her twin sister, Josie’s – not so much. 

Diana has a rich and successful husband, two talented youngsters and an adorable dog. She always looks as if she’s stepped from the cover of a magazine. Her immaculate second home by the sea, for idyllic summers with her perfect family, was actually featured in one.

Josie has a messy, compact flat, dates, but not relationships, and she can’t even keep a houseplant alive. She moves from job to job, goes clubbing with her friends and often looks as if she’s fallen through a hedge.

Although Josie loves Diana deeply, each year she declines the invitation to spend the summer with her sister. Or any other family holiday. Because Josie has a secret.

But is Diana’s life so perfect? Or is she also hiding something? When secrets are revealed this summer, everything will change. Josie could finally have the life she’s always wanted … if she’s brave enough to take a chance.

Purchase Link - mybook.to/SummeratmySisters

An exciting update from Emily Harvale:



"I apologise if you haven’t seen me on social media very much recently but I've been exceptionally busy working on lots of exciting stuff (technical term) 😂🤩 for my new book, my website ... and a map for my new series of standalone stories set in the tiny village of Seahorse Harbour.
 

The map will 'go live' on July 31st, publication day for the first in the series, which is ... yep, you guessed it, Summer at my sister's.

Let me explain a bit more.



Summer at my sister's was originally a standalone, but then I had an idea for a Christmas book, so it became a two-book series, with Book 2 featuring a couple of new characters and most of the characters from Summer at my sister's (with me so far?) ......



Then .... I had an idea for another completely separate story set in the same village (which I'm writing at the mo.) This one has new characters.

So now, each story in this series will be a standalone with new characters ... but as each book is set in Seahorse Harbour, you'll be able to 'see' what's going on with the characters from the previous books, because you can't help but bump into people in a tiny village, can you?



I have to say, I LOVE THIS SERIES!!!!😍🤩💖🥰 I've got so many story ideas, although I've only written 2 of the books so far, Summer at my sister's and the Christmas book, which is called .....



Wait for it......(no, that's not the title)



Christmas at Aunt Elsie's



This Christmas book will be available for pre-order from early August. 💖🤩🥰😍



Did I mention that I love this series? And yes - I'm just a little bit over-excited. I can't wait to share these fabulously feel-good stories with you. I hope you're a little bit excited too. 🤩💖 xxx"



Author Bio –

Emily writes novels, novellas and short stories about friendship, family and falling in love. She loves a happy ending but knows that life doesn't always go to plan. Her stories are sure to bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.

Emily loves to connect with her readers and has a readers' group in which many have become good friends. To catch up with Emily, find out about the group, or connect with her on social media, go to her website at www.emilyharvale.com.

Having lived and worked in London for several years, Emily returned to her home town of Hastings where she now writes full-time. She’s a member of the SoA, an Amazon bestseller and a Kindle All Star. When not writing, she can be found enjoying the stunning East Sussex coast and countryside, or in a wine bar with friends, discussing life, love and the latest TV shows. Chocolate cake is often eaten. She dislikes housework almost as much as she dislikes anchovies - and will do anything to avoid both. Emily has two mischievous rescue cats that like to sprawl across her keyboard, regardless of whether Emily is typing on it, or not.

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This book sounds like a perfect summer read, and if you fancy to read an extract, the author has shared a little extract from Summer at my Sister's. Enjoy!

This is from Chapter One and is part of a video call that Josie Parnell is having with her twin sister, Diana Dunn. Their mum has told Josie to go and visit Diana because, “something isn’t quite right”, so Josie is calling Diana in the hope of finding out what could possibly be wrong in her sister’s perfect life.

When she sees Diana’s face and hears that Diana’s husband, Alex isn’t driving the family down to Seahorse Harbour and won’t be joining them there for a while because he’s, “too busy”, Josie realises their mum was right. Perhaps Diana’s perfect life isn’t quite so perfect at the moment.

I hope you enjoy reading this.

‘Are you okay, Di?’ I asked, peering at her face. ‘I mean, are you ill? You said you haven’t been feeling well lately. Is it something to worry about?’

‘No, no.’ She shook her head. Almost violently. ‘It’s nothing like that. Honestly. I’d tell you if it was. I think I’m just … a little out of sorts. A bit run down maybe. Nothing a sea breeze won’t cure.’

‘Cocktails always make me feel better so I’m with you on that.’

Now she did laugh. ‘I meant the sea air, not the drink. You know I don’t drink … anymore.’

‘And I don’t drink any less.’ I sniggered. I love those old jokes. ‘So it’s just you and the kids then?’

She looked anxious. ‘Me and the kids?’

‘Going to Seahorse Harbour.’ This conversation was definitely weird.

‘Oh yes. For now. And Henry of course.’

‘Ah yes. Henry. Who could forget that lovable hound?’

‘You could. Obviously.’

‘Yeah well. Dogs aren’t my thing. You know I don’t do well with living beings. With living anything, really. Which reminds me. I’m really sorry but that gorgeous plant you bought me a few weeks ago seems to have … er … decided it didn’t like living in the City.’

‘Josie, no!’ She shook her head and laughed, although it wasn’t a particularly happy sound. ‘Please don’t tell me you’ve killed it already.’

‘Okay. I won’t tell you that.’

‘But you have?’

‘I think it took its own life. I didn’t do anything, honestly.’

‘But you watered it, didn’t you?’

‘Er. I think I did. Once or twice. Possibly not. I meant to.’

She sighed and shook her head again. ‘Oh, Josie. What am I going to do with you?’

Don’t ask me why I said it. I had no intention of doing so. None whatsoever. But I did.

‘You could ask me to come and stay with you for the summer. Or at least until Alex is free to come and join you.’

She blinked a few times and stared at the screen, her perfectly arched and shaped brows raised skywards.

‘In Seahorse Harbour?’

‘No. Mars. Of course in Seahorse Harbour. That’s where you’re spending the summer, isn’t it?’

‘It’s where we spend every summer,’ she said, somewhat wistfully I thought.

I gave a little cough and she smiled wanly.

‘Do I have to ask twice?’

‘What? Are you serious? Are … are you actually asking if you can come and stay? You never come and stay with us.’

‘Well, I’d rather stay with that sexy hunk who now owns The Seahorse Inn but as I don’t know him, I’ll have to stay with you until he asks me. What did you say his name was again?’

‘Mikkel. Mikkel Meloy.’ She lowered her gaze.

‘I still think that sounds more Irish than it does Norwegian. But he does look like a Viking and he could ravage me anytime he likes.’

‘You’ve only seen him once, Josie and that was via my webcam at Easter.’

‘Okay. Don’t get snippy. You sounded just like mum.’ I laughed. ‘You only have to see a man like that once for him to make an impression. Is he still single?’

She looked away into the distance. ‘As far as I know he is.’

‘Hi, Josie!’ My niece Becca appeared in the background, waving frantically. ‘You two talking about Mikkel? He’s sooooo gorgeous. Everyone’s in love with him you know. Even though he’s old.

‘Hey you! He’s only a couple of years older than me and your mum, you cheeky minx.’

Becca giggled. ‘Yeah. Old. But not as old as Orla’s dad. He used to be the heartthrob in Seahorse Harbour until Mikkel moved there. He’s still hot, although Orla hates it when I say her dad is sexy – but he is. Not quite as hot as Mikkel though. Orla’s crushing on him too. We’ve been reading Georgette Heyer books. One of the women in Mum’s book club loves them. Most of the heroines marry guys much older, so we’re sort of getting into the whole, older men thing, even though it still seems a bit gross. They’re sexy to look at sometimes but to have actual sex with them.’ She shivered dramatically. ‘Makes me want to heave just a bit.’

‘You’re not having sex with anyone, young lady. You’re only fifteen.’ I tried to sound stern but I think I failed because I was laughing.

I tried to picture Liam’s face. That’s Orla’s dad. He’d love to know that the thought of having sex with him made someone want to heave. Personally, when I was younger, I quite liked the thought of having sex with Liam Fulbright. Mainly because he was such a nerd, especially with his huge glasses, and I wondered if, like a super hero, he had a far, far sexier alter ego. I definitely got the impression there was something bubbling just beneath his lightly tanned skin and that long, lean body. But I hadn’t seen Liam for years. The last time I saw him was when he was nineteen. He was getting married to Una Cole – the most beautiful girl in the world.

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Happy publication  day, Emily Harvale!

Photo diary: week 35, project 365

The last day of summer is always a mix of sadness and relief. We're not quite ready to greet autumn, but by now I think we're all restless, and going back to school would definitely give me some personal time. I found the summer holidays too full-on. As I was telling my husband, who's away for the third time in the last month, that I haven't spent a single hour on my own these last few weeks, I'm always in someone's company, distracted from whatever I'm doing all the time.
Early mornings will be tough, but at least I will be able to have some time to myself, in peace and quiet, without being followed around and expected to answer one million questions.

A few weeks ago I asked someone to help me with the garden, as it's overgrown a lot in the summer. Along the weeds a small rose bush and a gooseberry plant were cut off, and I was left slightly fuming, as I thought it was pretty obvious they were not weeds. Thankfully, the little rose has recovered, and even produced a tiny red rosebud. The gooseberry, I'm afraid, hasn't come back to life.

This summer we had a Marvel-films-marathon with Eddie, watching around 20 Marvels films. Last Monday it was the turn of Dr Strange. Not my favourite from the series. My top three would be Thor Ragnarok, Spiderman Far from Home and Guardians of the Galaxy 2. We can't wait for the Endgame DVD to arrive, which has been on pre-order for a while. Eddie still hasn't forgiven me for not taking him to the cinema to watch it.

Earlier in summer I had an email from an author, asking if I would like to read and review her book. I'm so glad I agreed (I had way too many book reviews lined up for several months in advance, that I wasn't sure I could do it). It's beautifully written. I just need a day or two to finish my review, as I want to give it justice.

On Wednesday Sash had the last respite stay of the summer, and off he went, very happy. He had a great time. Eddie and I had a few errands in town. When I asked him what he'd like for dinner, he said he wanted chicken nuggets and chips. We did all the shopping, came back home, then I realised that we bought everything on the list except what he asked. Drat. We also collected Eddie's friend on the way home to spend the afternoon with us.
And so I ordered a takeaway pizza for the boys.

Leaving Eddie at home with the childminder, I ran into town to the pharmacy and a bit of grocery shopping. I enjoy walking by the Witney Mill.

Wild cyclamens bloom twice a year in my garden, in spring and in late summer/early autumn.

I picked a few windfalls in the garden this morning and baked a cake.
After watching the first episode of GBBO, I really fancied a fruitcake, but none of my boys like proper fruitcakes, which are packed with dried fruit. This apple bundt cake is a compromise. I've grated one apple and chopped another one, and added a handful of chopped dried apricots.
Sasha ate two slices so it must be a good one, as he's a tricky customer when it comes to bakes.

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Photo diary: week 34, project 365

Yesterday evening my guys were playing in the garden, and I was watering the potted flowers. It was relatively light one moment, then next moment the darkness suddenly sprang on us. Earlier sunsets are the sure sign of the approaching autumn.
The summer still clings on, it was so hot this afternoon, when we were shopping in town, and I was melting on the way home.

Last Sunday I fancied a slice of something sweet for tea. I cannot claim that I've baked this raspberry tart from scratch. It was a frozen tart which I bought in Ocado. The raspberries had just the right balance of sweet and tart.

Treasure Island by Stevenson was one of birthday gifts for Eddie. A family friend asked me if Eddie has read it before. We're reading it together this week. There are a lot of archaic words which we need to check out in the dictionary online.

Ankecher, chuck farthern on the blessed gravestones, holus-bolus anyone?

The picture in the photo is a sea print we bought while on our holiday in Cornwall, in the artist's studio in Perranuthnoe. Eddie has chosen it himself. I still need to frame it for his room.

While the evenings are warm and dry, we like to be in the garden.

Echinacea is still in bloom, but it looks like it won't last very long.

Thursday was an emotional heart-rending day. We attended a church service for the daughter of our friends. The church was packed full, so many people came to say Good bye, parents from the school, teachers, friends. I cried non-stop. Eddie was my pillar of support, sitting next to me and squeezing my hand at times.
Sash managed about 2/3rds of the service, and then my husband and he quietly left. E and Sash were class mates for many years. I don't know how much he understands about death and the finality of it.

The sun was out, and the wildflowers were in full bloom, when we went to the local cemetery to lay E to rest. The cemetery is surrounded by trees and fields of flowers. It was a beautiful day to say Good bye to a beautiful child.

A rather uneventful day for me, and I relish it. The previous two days were so emotionally-charged that I needed a mindless day of just a bit of shopping and reading a paperback, where I don't relate to any of the characters and don't care much as to what happens to them.
Eddie went to Oxford with his Dad to buy a new tablet for Sash, who has destroyed my ipad yet again. I told them to get the cheapest Amazon tablet.

They sent me the photo of Eddie zorbing in West Gate centre.

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