Another wet day followed the very wet night, which followed the very sunny day… the Cornish weather wasn’t making its mind up!
A very wet start to the day!
Falmouth Maritime Museum entrance
But, we had an ace up our sleeves, in the form of Falmouth Maritime Museum, which we hoped would be something which would get us out of the rain for most of the day. It ended up being a really good visit with great exhibitions, graphics, architecture and food. Everyone had a good time and the Seahawk Helicopter was particularly impressive.
At this point we had pretty much decided to cut the camping trip short by a day and head back home tomorrow as we had run out of indoor and dry entertainment!
Glorious sunshine for the whole day and just what Cornwall is all about. If it hadn’t been for this day, the whole experience could have gone in a different direction to what it did and we made the most of the break in the rain.
We managed to get to three beaches and touring around was a real pleasure. The first port of call was Lizard Point, the most southerly point of main land England and a very rugged coast line. A good beach and some very nice textures and constructions.
Back up north and two beaches on the way home, one good (Polurrian Bay), the last one very good (I will remember the name soon!). A great cream tea at the cafe overlooking the beach and the sun held out.
But…that night, the tent was literally battered by rain and wind. I’ve never experienced anything like it – being so close to the elements but being completely warm and dry inside the tent. : )
A very wet first full day camping. There was no way we were going to let some rain stop us going to the beach, so we headed down there in full water-proofs! The mud picture is the entrance to the field where we got stuck the day before!
The metal and plastic spades we bought from a well-known supermarket with an orange logo (Mr Sainsburys – you know who you are) turned out to be highly flimsy and one was broken after 30 minutes beach digging.
It was fun running around and generally being at the beach though but after a while we headed back towards the camp site, via an indoor soft-play centre, just to stay out of the rain!
It’s another indicator for us that starting our boys in school aged 5, or even 4 for Reception classes, is the wrong move. Language development is important but this does not have to done in a formal way and the thought of my nearly 6 year old going through testing to determine their level of attainment just goes against my instincts. Age 7 would be the absolute earliest we would consider a start in school for them.
Maybe one day our teaching establishment will realise that earlier schooling and over testing does not lead to a better eduction and that this is actually why the UK is falling further and further behind other developed countries.