The end is in sight, take heart, and then I’ll write about something else.
On our last day, we decided to laze around a bit. We had coffee,
packed a picnic lunch and headed for Sennen Cove, just round the corner from Land’s End. It was a gorgeous day and we took books, Tough Puzzles (they are reissuing back issues, yay!) and planned to spend the day on the beach.
Our friends – brand new friends to me, introduced by my sister – Nigel and Mary said that they might be able to join us in the evening. There is a very nice restaurant there, which does relaxed sort of meals during the day and rather up-market ones later in the evening.
My sister thought I was cold, as I kept covering myself up. It was, however, the usual action of a fair-skinned Englishwoman, who doesn’t want to be sunburned. I did, however, paddle.
Moments after this, the sea came way above my knees and I nearly fell over…
It was so pleasant to be an observer. You know what a softy I am, and my heart was thoroughly warmed by the happy families, with parents enjoying the company of their delightful children. No misbehaving, no tantrums, no neglect. Beach cricket and rounders, splashing in the surf, building sandcastles and good-naturedly being buried by children, delighted at having parents’ full attention. Young people holding hands and laughing – I suppose it was awfully middle-class and a bit old-fashioned, but that is no criticism. There was a family of three boys, Rory (actually, I’ve a feeling it was probably Ruaraidh), Callum and Declan. The eldest looked after the youngest and was tolerant of his competitive middle sibling and the mother and three grandparents sat in deckchairs, enjoying the sun. The father went in the sea and encouraged the boys.
Eventually, we went back to the café and had a beer, and then ordered pizza (home-made) and salad. We had decided that Mary and Nigel weren’t going to make it. I went to the loo, sis went to pay – and then they turned up! More food ordered, and wine, and the evening started again.