What a lovely weekend it has been, despite the lack of cake. Headed for Gwithian. The car park is free in Winter, and was packed and the sea thick with surfers. The waves looked amazing from the terrace of the Sunset Surf cafe, the gold of the sun reflecting on the curl of the waves as they broke. I wandered along the Dunes for a while, but I'm a bit wary of wandering too deep into the dunes on my own. I once got a litle bit lost walking from Hayle to Gwithian across the Dunes on a very hot day. They dip and dive, and paths criss-cross through the peaks and troughs. There were some very dodgy people about and I stumbled upon two men pulling up their trousers and looking very shifty. It occurred to me at that point that one could be attacked and left to rot and probably never be found in amongst the dunes. It frightened the bejeesus out of me. It was a very hot day, and I didn't have any water, and I might have been slightly delirious.
Yesterday was altogether less terrifying. A potter across the Dunes, and on to the beach, followed by a couple of hours sitting outside the Sunset Surf Cafe in the sun, with a cup of coffee, a bowl of good chips, and my note-book. Pretty fine. They thoughtfully provide a web-cam so see here http://www.sunset-surf.com/Surf-Check and share the love.
On the way home, I popped into the Clubhouse Cafe in Gwinear to see Annette, half-hoping for Carribean Cake, but was distracted by tales of a Westie that loves Katherine Jenkins. Apparently every time the Westie hears her voice on the TV, he rushes to the TV, stares at her lovingly and then bursts into song. Whilst I was laughing merrily, I found I'd been volunteered to make sausage rolls for 80 children for the village Christmas party. I am wondering if the Westie was a diversionary tactic.
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