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A Country Kids Post: By the Cliffside in Widemouth Bay

Last Monday, we had a lovely family dinner out.  It’s lovely to go out once in a while, isn’t it?

We go to Widemouth beach a lot.  I’ve written more than  couple of posts about how we love it there – the beach, exploring its rock pools in the low tide or just walking the dog and combing the beach for its treasures.

This time we decided to explore a part of the cliffside where we’ve never been opposite the restaurant where we were booked to dine in.

It was a lovely late afternoon.  Little T and Doc were eager to explore.

Watching the sunset from the cliffs must be a quiet an experience.

We’ll have to find out next time, since it was time to go, our table was waiting.

Do you remember when and where you last saw a beautiful sunset?

Was it abroad?  Or just in your back garden?

Do share.

Us by the Sea in Photos

The weather is lovely today.

Come and have a walk with Doc and I.

Last time we took you along the coast, this time we’ll take you around another path.

Don’t worry, you will love it too.

Now let’s start our walk by the church.

But before we go through that gate, let’s stop and see if we can find some flowers.

Ah, there they are.

Lovely crocuses, aren’t they?

I love its purple colour, looking so vibrant among all that green.

Now let’s go through that gate and step into the graveyard.

Lovely blue sky, the bluest of blue.  Now if only the sky stayed that way, all would be lovely.

Little T loves it here.  She likes to wander around and inspect the different graves and likes to have a little poke around.

And through that gate, you’ll see the ocean.

And the wild expanse of headland which Doc loves.

Now you see why we call it doggie heaven.

And there’s the coast-guard’s hut, its white building against a shade of blue and brown.

See that bit of rock, I like to sit there and watch the sea when it’s calm like today, or even when it’s raging as if in torment, although the wind can be rough, sometimes it scares me, and I wonder if I’ll get blown away.

My first sighting of tourists, you always see them up there, especially in a lovely day like this one.

You’re lucky it’s low-tide and you can see the blow-hole in all its glory.  When the sea is mad, you can see the waves thrashing against the rocks and making a loud bellowing noise in and out that hole, like a dragon puffing out steam.

And there’s our little village nestled against the valley.

On this side, you can see the 15th century harbour wall, during peak season, you’ll see the tourists enjoying the sun in all its glory.

I’ve never seen that small truck in the water before, I’m not sure what it’s doing there.

The trees are slowly beginning to show some leaves.

Little T’s school is somewhere there.

And now we’ve come full circle.

And Doc is waiting for us by the church.

But before we end this walk, I have one more beautiful sight to show you.

Yes, the snowdrops are here.

Does it really mean that spring has sprung?

What do you think?

Out and About: Photos in the Sun

We had glorious weather last Monday, although it was biting cold, especially with the breeze blowing in from the sea.  T wanted to go around our little village on her scooter.  But I told her we had to walk Doc first, after a few whinges, she gave in.  I reminded her that Doc was her dog, not mine and therefore she was responsible for walking him, especially during breaks from school.

As you can see, she did get to ride her scooter around after walking her dog.

What have you guys been up to during the half-term break?


A Walk in February with Doc

Doc says:

Come and walk with me.

I’ll show you where we go.

But first, you will have to wear your wellies.

Yes, it is very muddy.

Told you so.

Now we go through that gate

and as soon as we’re in, you can take me off my leash.

Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you.

I must have a little play with my stick first.

Do and have a look around, enjoy the view.

Where are we going?

Through there, yes I know there’s a gate.

But that’s not for us, they’re for the cows.

Oh don’t worry,

the cows aren’t here.

They are way up in the headland.

Just wait and see.

Now c’mon, I’m sure you’ll fit through the side of the gate.

You’re slimmer than my human’s mum, you’ll fit.  

But shhh, please don’t tell her I told you that.


The view down there is so worth the squeeze!

See, I told you so!

We can even move closer ….

See those waves crashing into the rocks?

Don’t they just look magnificent?

C’mon, closer now …

Lovely, aren’t they?

Now enough of that, let’s move along!

It’s not that high, don’t you worry.

Move along!

I see you’re like T’s human, always stoping to take a photo.

Oh alright then.

Why do you have stop to take a photo of those flowers?

It’s called gorse, in case you don’t know.

C’mon, the view is way better up there!

Once again, I told you so!

Let’s move along, and see if the cows are up in the headland.

What’s wrong?  

Why have you stopped?

Oh the lock is jammed?

Just jiggle it like my human’s mum does, it usually works.


Climb over then!

My human’s mum does it all the time!

C’mon the view is lovely up here too.

I always deliver, don’t I?

Yes, it’s beautiful up here isn’t it?

And that’s my little human’s favourite bench.

She likes to come up here and sit there while I forage around 

and her mum takes photos.

Speaking of my human, 

it’s time to go!

She’ll be done with school by now now, it’s past three!

Why are you stopping?

I must be home before she arrives, or else she’ll wonder where I am!

Okay, I’m off.

See you around!

Thanks for coming along with me.

You won’t get lost …

As son as you see the church tower,

turn right and go through the gate,

across the field,

and you’ll be back from where we started.

See yah, bye!


Doc says thank you for coming along with him on his walk.  Those photos were taken last week when we had a brief interlude of lovely blue skies, before we were engulfed in grey, the rain and gales.  Hope everyone is having a lovely Tuesday.

What’s the weather like in your end of the world or the UK?

Our Last 2015 Walk on the Headland

We’ve been having really bad weather lately.  In fact, it is flooded in some parts of England and Scotland.  For those who are in the UK, hope you are all safe and dry.

When the rain stops, its best to head out or else you’ll end up stuck in your home and end up having cabin fever, especially when you have a dog.  And that’s precisely what we did a few days before the new year.

We bundled up, even though it has been relatively a mild winter, up in the headland though, it is always breezy.  A wooly hat, scarf and wellies are a must!

And sometimes, just sometimes, I have to drag little T along, especially when she claims to be tired.

And in the next minute, full of energy, running around like a loony just like her dog saying,  “I’m being blown by the wind!” 

And then giggles, as she drops her hat.

 What about you?

Have you been up and about this holiday break?

Underneath the Cornish Sky (A Springtime Walk with Doc and T)

We woke up to beautiful sunshine and sky.  After doing my chores, we decided that this was the kind of day best spent outside.

Little T in her Elsa dress with a lightweight jacket on.

I love the crisp Cornish blue sky.

And of course, the excitable Doc was with us too.

And up we climbed again.

One of the many reasons why I love the coast is the dramatic changes over the seasons, from drab grey, to beautiful vibrant colours, like these yellow gorse, you’ll see them all over the coast-line during spring and summer.

And of course, the coastline is always dramatic around here.

That white building on the hill is known as the coastguard’s hut.  It’s beautiful up there, but we never really go up unless we have visitors.  I worry that one of us might fall!  Yes, I am paranoid that way.

Little T wanted to stop by our special bench for a little rest.  This bench has one of the best views along the North Cornish coast.

Little T basking in the sun.

And Doc actually hiding from the sun!  He found a little shade near the long grass and plonked himself there.

I love the plaques you can find on the benches around here.  Every time I see them, I always stop and read what’s written, some of them are really touching.

Before going home, little T wanted a play at the playground.

But was actually exhausted, so after a while, we ended up going home.

What about you?

Were you also up and about today, enjoying the glorious sun?

I hope so, because  the last time I checked the weather forecast isn’t going to be anything like this in the next few days!

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

An Easy Sunday

I had a grand plan yesterday (sunday).  The plan was to get up, eat breakfast with the family and then drive all the way down to Falmouth to visit Pendennis Castle.  We haven’t had the chance to use our English Heritage membership for ages now, nor have we used our National Trust one, part of my genius plan was to make the most of everything.

But then, as always, I had another bad night and when you have terrible nights, plans do tend to fly out the window.  Luckily though, all wasn’t lost.  You’ve probably heard me say this a dozen times, especially if you’ve been following my blog, the good thing about where we live is that you don’t really need to go far to go to somewhere nice.  So instead, of going to a castle built during the reign of Henry VIII, we ended up in Widemouth bay, a lovely beach not far from our little village.

It was a cold and blustery day, but of course, the little one hardly noticed it.  No matter the weather, the beach is always a fun place to be when you’re a child or a dog.

I love this photo of the three of them.  I remember taking a photo similar to this one, but only it was of my husband and Mutt (our dog who died of bone cancer, before little T was born).  If you’re curious too see it, click here.

Poor sun.  It was trying its best to peer among the clouds, but sadly, the grey was just too strong and stubborn to allow it to take more than just a peek.

And when it got too cold, we decided to take shelter in the nearby beach cafe for a little snack.

of yummy delicious hot-chocolate complete with whipped cream and choco flake…

Little T settled for ice-cream on top of waffle swathed in maple syrup.

As you can see, she quickly demolished the ice-cream.  And when it was done and dusted, she wanted to head back to the beach for more fun and play.

Apart from the beach and the rock-pools, the nearby cliff also offers a few small caves where one can go exploring.

And it wasn’t just people and dogs who were out enjoying the dry weather yesterday …

so were the horses.

I love sundays like this one.  There’s really no pressure to do anything or to stick to any plan.  I’m actually learning now that the best memories made are actually the ones that were un-planned, that were spontaneous, and done in the last-minute… do you agree?

That Dog

Are you a dog-owner?  Do you walk your dog?

Do you sometimes notice a woman, or could also be a man, with a dog that’s just way too-excitable for its owner?  Their human is always looking frazzled, stressed-out and can’t seem to handle their energetic dog, especially when there are other four-legged-furry-animals around.  Their dog won’t come back when called and would excite the other well-behaved dogs, whose owners would peer down at the over-excitable one with disapproval, as well as at the owner, calling for their dog in a desperate plea, to please come back to them.

I have a confession to make, I am that woman.  Yep, that stressed-out woman who loses her dignity when there are other dog-walkers around.  When I do finally manage to put him back on his leash, he’ll spin-me-around like a ballerina, although not gracefully, as I mutter apologies under my breath “Sorry about that.  He’s just an excitable teenager”.  Most owners would smile at me, some would even laugh and of course, there are others who would just give a curt nod, nudge their dogs to move away from that mad-dog and his owner, lest their craziness is catching.

That’s Doc.  I usually take him out for a walk when it’s lunch-time, hoping that the headland would be empty and he can have a ran around without getting distracted by other dogs.  When there are others, he becomes like a mad-one, yapping away, being-over-friendly, some dog-owners try to shoo him away, which he interprets as a game or sees it as a come-hither gesture. My husband says he’ll outgrow it soon.  He’ll settle down soon and I always ask … when?  Impatient for that time to come NOW!

He isn’t that bad actually, though I’m not exaggerating what I’ve described above.  It really does happen, especially when there are other dogs around.  But he’s fine.  He is Doc.  Little T’s dog.  We have lovely walks together, especially when it’s just the two of us.

This is our rock.  In the summer, I sometimes sit here and watch the sea while he hovers around me, smelling, always smelling everything on sight, as if having a conversation with them, with his nose.

This is what our village looks like in November.

When I stop to take photos, he gives me an “Oh no, not again look”.  Exasperated, would go off in a trot, leaving me behind.  Most times, he’ll come back for me.  I’ll see him peering in the corner, with his little head, tilted a bit as if to say “Are you coming?”

I love the whiteness of this building against the grey sky and orangey-greenish colour of the hill.

If we do manage to go out at lunchtime, we always, always stop in this little spot, beside that post, with the yellow arrows.

Not because of the scenery …

If you look closer, you will see little T’s school.  It’s that building right in front of the church with the green door. And if I time it perfectly and it’s not raining, Doc and I will hear the children’s laughter and actually see them playing outside.  Sometimes I say to him, “Do you hear her Doc?  Do you hear your little T?”  I imagine him saying “Yes, I can just about hear her faintly.  She is laughing and giggling.”

And then our walk always ends up by the side of this Norman church.  We go through the wooden gate and make our way back home.  By then, he is knackered and is well-behaved, walking along with my pace, instead of pulling away from me.

Do you have a dog?

Are they as excitable as little T’s dog?


Have a lovely week folks!

Photos of Brighton

We’ve enjoyed our Brighton visit so much and I feel that the collage I posted on my previous posts here and here – did not really show  how lovely Brighton is.  So I decided to post bigger photos here.

If you’re planning a trip to England, I think visiting Brighton is a must.  It has a lot of the amenities London has to offer and yet has a seaside and more relaxed vibe to it.  Click here to know more about Brighton.