On The Camel Trail.
The Granny On The Bike Goes 'Natter Natter Natter'.
Honestly, there's no such thing as a troll.
We Shall Fight Them On The Beaches...
...but not until the chocolate runs out.
Snack break in Padstow.
Let me out you swine!
Too tired to break out.
Finders keepers. Its my hat now.
I make it 14 herons and 3 Egrets, waiting for the tide to bring the fish in.
The Cornish Coastal Path between Polzeath and Daymer Bay.
Endless rain on the way down.
Self-portrait to prove I was there.
Breakfast on the first day.
Surfers at Polzeath.
Getting the 'cycles out.
Gill on her dad's bench.
Nooooo! Its that horrible man that Big Sis told me about.
I wonder if I can come up with a plan to get a second lolly...
I wonder if a third is possible.
You have been warned.
I am smokin' a faaag!
Sisters.
Hoovering.
You don't want to do it like that.
Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it...
We went to see The Greens.
Our first real campsite.
On the way there we visited J&L Insall, Sports Therapists.
Cat feeding.
