We left home quite early, away before 10:00, and set off on the long haul to the Wild (South) West; land of cider, mysticism, pasties, sun, cider, no mobile signals, pasties, no GPS signals (I blame the cider witches), did I mention the cider and pasties. Personally I was looking forward to the cider and the pasties but as it turned out I ate many pasties but drank little cider but even so I was still to fall in love with Rattler (link). As are all our longish journeys, this one was fraught with an underlying concern; would Nat suddenly and unexpectedly cover the back of my head with the contents of his stomach? He continues to get quite queasy on all forms of transport; he threw up AS the plane landed in Florida in 2006, so I grew more and more on edge as the time passed! We stopped at a couple of services for Loo breaks and maybe these short stops this gave his tummy time to settle because the trip passed without gastric incidents…thank God. Overall the journey took about five hours and we arrived, after getting lost in Camborne and stopping to ask for directions at the police station (No GPS), at Clowance Estate at approximately 15:00.
[Clowance Estate is situated in the centre of the Cornish countryside, between Falmouth and St. Ives. Set in 97 acres of magnificently landscaped parkland and woodlands, Clowance Estate comprises of an 18th Century manor house and its own private golf course. The grounds offer enchanting pathways with over 50 species of trees consisting of various unusual species including the Chusan Palms from the Yangtze River and other rare plants such as the Mexican Fleabane.]
Check in was at 16:00 but we were able to pick up our keys immediately and made our way to our accommodation; this was in the old Coach House (no.1) and it was up to the standard we’ve come to expect from timeshare properties. It would have been nice to have stayed in the lodges but what we were given was more than satisfactory.
After settling in Deb took the kids to the swimming pool next to main reception whilst I sorted out the TV, Nat had unplugged a cable, and the fell asleep on the sofa. We didn’t do anything particular during the rest of that first day other than mooch about and watch TV (they really need to get some sort of programme listings on the TV’s here because there wasn’t anyway of finding out what was on. There was next to no mobile signal anywhere on the estate so I couldn’t even access a TV guide on my mobile) during the rest of the evening. We had to be up reasonably early the next day to attend the introductory briefing that was being held in the restaurant at 10:30. Deb and the kids went to bed fairly early leaving me to indulge in my favourite hobby, to wit, falling asleep on the sofa!
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