Well, the AA man arrived and with an 'I'm glad I'm not you, mate' nod and wink to The Boy, he took dear Frida away to be mended somewhere in Newquay... but not before I sheepishly unpacked all of our camping gear, passing it to The Boy who repacked what we could fit of it into the boot of his car...(Thankfully, although rather inexplicably, he had brought with him a spare tent... )
And so, with the promise of seeing Frida again in five days time... (just in time to drive home again)... we drove out of Devon (in a car!) and onwards to Cornwall... and back to glorious Gwithian, where The Boy and I had such a smashing time earlier this year.
Mainly, we surfed, swam and had barbecues... and the babies wore only their wet suits or pyjamas... and it was a blissful week... (despite having to slum it in tents.)
Sunset Surfing, Gwithian Bay
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