Hey everyone,
Two days ago, I came back from my 5 day holiday to Cornwall – and I loved it! It didn’t rain, very out-of-character for Cornwall. We stayed in Maisie Motorhome (the OFFICIAL name of dad’s Motorhome) outside my Uncle Paul and My Auntie Jenny’s house. At first, I felt really awkward there, like I didn’t belong, but after a few days it felt like a second home!
On the way there we picked up my cousin Chris, who brought bags full of sweets and other sugary things to munch on for the five hour journey. When we got there, my 19-y/o cousin Nicola was sprawled out on the sofa, Uncle Paul was outside feeding the chickens (he doesn’t live on a farm, he just owns chickens) and auntie Jenny was in the kitchen cooking Pizza.
We watched movies for the rest of the night and went to bed.
The following day, nat, dad and I went to Gwithian Beach. Nathan sat there, attempting to crab. me attempting to get a tan and dad taking pictures. Afterwards we went to go get an ice cream and into town to get a birthday card and a present for my Gran – the actual reason we were in cornwall – afterwards, we went and bought a Cornish Pasty and nibbled at those on the drive back to our uncle and aunt’s.
The following evening, it was my Grans birthday. Dad set off the motorhome alarm as we were getting in and it didn’t stop for a full twenty minutes. Me and Nathan were in stitches. Eventually, it stopped and we were on our way.
We’re all eating at a Chinese buffet-like place with 20 odd people at our table – all of them relatives! It was a really nice evening chatting, eating and laughing with family I haven’t seen in what felt like forever. The only three people missing were my auntie Leanne and cousins Ethan and Dylan – who sadly couldn’t make it due to some ‘circumstances’ nobody would tell me. We all then went home and while my brother was on the Xbox, and the older family members were getting drunk as hell, my cousin Nicola, and I, were talking for hours about… anything , really. We chatted about, Jobs, university, her friends, music, concerts, my friends, books, movies, animals, anime, family, the evening and what we were doing tomorrow.
The following day, all the boys had decided that they were gonna go fishing, while my cousins Nicola and I went into Truro shopping. I had no problems with this, I had 30 quid in my bag left of birthday money, and the 15 pound dad gave me. The day went like this: My uncle Paul gave us a lift into Truro, and then went back. We checked bus times so we knew what time to be back by, and then went into the nearest little market-y place. There were tons of stalls but the only thing we actually bought was a surprisingly cheap pic-and-mix. After that, we went into Waterstones, where I bought two books. There was a really chatty and friendly cashier who was sporting a Mockingjay (the hunger games) pin, and numerous over badges. Nicola bought three books – one of them a baby book for her niece (and my second cousin) Robyn. Then into WHSmith (yes lots of book shops) which was actually pretty crap. Everyone at there seemed to be staring at us and it was really weird. Still, we both bought two more books then were on our way. Next stop was boots (I bought eyeliner. Me. EYELINER. I was surprised that I wanted it, and Nicola said she’d show me how to put it on.) and a bottle of perfume. Then we went into a shop called LUSH where a really weird lady (she obviously worked there) said ‘would you like to try our glittery soap? it’s free!” ”Uh… sure?” ”Good!” she grabbed my arm and lathered it in a really gross feeling concution that she then rubbed in to my skin, covering it in golden glitter. I’ll admit, it smelt nice. She did it with both arms, and my cousin got roped into having it done too.
We then stopped and had lunch at Subway (never eaten there, so THAT confused me.) Where a 40-odd woman with a seven year old daughter was yelling about how the drinks machine wasn’t fizzy, even though her daughter was insisting it was. It was quite amusing to watch. We sat down, ate and chatted some more. Then we went into Next (oohing and ahhing at the Thorntons not too far away with a chocolate fountain in the window!) where Nicola bought some more stuff for Robyn, and we took the mickey out of the ‘fashionable’ clothes. Again, a really friendly cashier. Every place we’d been in (other than WHSmith’s) had really friendly staff, we were joking about how the bus driver was bound to be a moody old cow as we strolled over to a bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. And we were proven wrong! The bus driver was a friendly young man with curly brown hair and green eyes. On the way back we talked about her uni course to do with animals while munching on the Pic-and-mix sweets we bought. When we got back, (nearly missing our stop) we watched Moulin Rouge, and as it finished, the boys all strolled past, grumbling about how they didn’t catch anything (although Nathan nearly whacked dad with his fishing rod!)
The following evening, My cousin Becki, her husband Terri and their daughter Robyn came down to visit, followed by a huge barbeque. It was a really nice evening all in all.
The next day, we had to go home. It was really sad. I’d miss Cornwall. I always do!
When I came home, I arrived to tons of lovey-dovey messages from him. A message from one of my friends to ‘Hurry up and get home’ and another one telling me about how they had dyed their hair brown in my absence.
and that was my time away!
Farewell for now,
-Megan
me and Nathan at the beach
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