First trip in Daisy of 2015

Well it’s been a long old winter with Nik chomping at the bit to get back out in Daisy. So we decided that as the weather had warmed up a little, this weekend would do for waking her up and blowing out the cobwebs. We stayed at a little CL site located just behind Carnewas Tea Room at St Eval, placing us in the perfect spot to walk to the Bedruthan Steps and Mawgan Porth along the coast paths.

We arrived in bright sunshine, parked up and freed the pooches while we got ourselves ready for a nice little afternoon walk. As it was such a beautiful afternoon we decided a visit to Mowgan Porth’s beautiful sandy beach was called for. The walk took for a mile and half along the coastal path, which in most places gently sloped down hill. This is where I discovered that because of my unreasonable fear of heights, Ella had to be kept on a lead, as she has a tendency to run head long towards the edge of paths and this turns my stomach and scares the life out of me, much to Nik’s amusement.

We’d worn our coats because, you know, it is March, on the coast, in Cornwall. What a mistake! We should have just put warmer jumpers on. It was a stunner of an afternoon and we ended up carrying them.

Mawgan Porth, Cornwall, UK
Mawgan Porth, Cornwall, UK

The tide was a long way out when we reached the beach leaving miles of beautiful sand for us to explore while the dogs had a good old run around. There wasn’t an awful lot of activity due to the time of year, so not too many pictures for Nik, he wasn’t complaining though as he did manage to snap over 200 photos by the end of the day. We didn’t bother to visit the village as it is on our normal day out route and we know there is little to be seen there. So we amused ourselves but walking all the way around the outside of the beach, almost paddling in the sea, looking at the beautiful patterns made in the sand by the receding tide. Ella, who seems to have a bit of a passion for rolling in anything smelly, managed to find something with a very strong fishy smell and took great pleasure in covering herself in it. Luckily it was only two days we had to live with the smell. Lord did she pong.

Nik wanted to get photos of Bedruthan Steps at sunset, which was why we had chosen to camp here, so we made sure to be headed in that direction in time not to miss it. The tide was fully in by this time, much to my relief, as it is 120 steps down onto the beach, and my legs had grown lazy over the winter. This only vaguely disappointed Nik though, as the light playing over the rocks was stunning and with the sea crashing around them it was a spectacular site to see. We got back to Daisy just as the sun set with happy smiles on our faces.

This was the first time Ella had been on a campervan holiday and we were curious to see how she coped. Luckily she seemed to enjoy herself, even if she did spend the first evening with a slight look of confusion on her face.

Sunday morning we were awakened from a nice deep sleep by two dogs sitting on our chess trying to lick our face. They had obviously decided we’d slept long enough. So having succeeded in getting us up, they both curled up on the bed and went back to sleep. Cheeky monkeys.

Sea stacks at Carnewas known as the Bedruthan Steps, Cornwall, UK
Sea stacks at Carnewas known as the Bedruthan Steps, Cornwall, UK

We gave up on the idea of getting in a days walking as it was just too wet to be walking along unknown coastal paths with the dogs, so we walked the them down to Bedruthan Steps in the hope that the weather would clear by the time we got there. It didn’t and the tide was still in so we came back to Daisy and broke out the balls.

It has been said to us, on more than one occasion that older rescue dogs don’t play with toys. Oscar does lend proof to that theory, he does love to roll about on the floor with Nik and Ella but when we are out of the house he’s more interested in sniffing than playing. We haven’t given up on him though and are still trying to get him interested. Ella on the other hand is still young enough that she likes nothing better than to play a game of chase the ball; this has helped Oscar to gain a little interest. So today, for what ever reason we had a massive break through, Oscar happily chased down his tug toy and brought it back to Nik every time, for nearly half an hour.

Now though, we have two nicely warn out and thoroughly soaked dogs, one of which still honking of fish, to spend a few hours with in the confines of a campervan. We didn’t think that through properly.

Sea stacks in the fog at Carnewas known as the Bedruthan Steps, Cornwall, UK
Sea stacks in the fog at Carnewas known as the Bedruthan Steps, Cornwall, UK

Twenty past two the sun broke through the clouds and it turned into an amazing afternoon. Nik was suddenly very excited (if he were a dog, he’d be wagging his tail), and was almost dragging us all out for a walk.

As it was so late in the day we made a beeline for Bedruthan Steps thinking to get down on that beach so I can play with the doggies whilst Nik photographed to his hearts content. So off we set full of the joys of spring, only to find that the tide was almost all the way in (we weren’t having any luck with the tide this weekend). Still, the light was stunning so Nik wasn’t at all unhappy. Nik decided that there was no point in killing my legs and trying not to let the dogs hurtle down steep steps if we were just going to have to turn around straight away to come back up, so he popped down to the beach on his own. Oscar did sentry duty watching the steps until Daddy came back.

As it was such a lovely afternoon we then followed the path in the opposite direction from the day before. There is a rather spectacular view from this direction. Unfortunately for me, the reason for this is because you are up high and quite close to the edge (almost falling off as far as my unreasonable mind is concerned), and of course Nik kept standing on the very edge and telling me what he could see. He also spent the whole journey laughing at me, as I was cutting my own path as close to the fencing as I could get and only glancing at the view out the corner of my eyes. At one point I did tell him that this part of the coast path was particularly scary for someone with my fear of heights and I was getting no sense of accomplishment out of it, so we wouldn’t be walking this path ever
again. Which was laughable because we had to come back the same way.

Eventually, we came to a spot where the fields opened up and instead of a sheer drop to the sea; we had a gently rolling hill. Here we sat and enjoyed the view and I finally felt that sense of accomplishment that encourages me to walk along cliff paths and up hills even though I’m scared of heights.

It wasn’t a particularly long walk compared to what we usually do, but it was late afternoon and we didn’t want to get caught out on the cliffs after dark, so we turned back from here, both feeling satisfied that we’d had a good day.

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