Tag: country walks

Missing the Ocean

A friend of mine asked “Do you miss the coast?” when we told her that we’ve finally moved.  At that time, I said no, especially since we don’t live far from the coast either, although admittedly unlike the old house, it isn’t walking distance anymore.

It used to take us about 5 minutes from our door, especially if Doc and I walked at a steady pace without faltering, we’d smell and hear the ocean even before we could see it. And once near it, Doc would break into a run so fast, there was no way I could keep up with him.  I do miss the ocean.  I do miss it now.

At our new house though, it takes us about 10 minutes to get to the nearest beach by car.  To be fair though, even in the old house, it took about the same amount of time to get to the nearest beach since there wasn’t really a beach in the old village where we lived.  What it has is an ancient harbour with lovely views of the coast.

I repeat, I miss it now, especially when I take Doc out for a walk.  The current house is surrounded by farm land.  Our neighbour owns about 500 hectares of farm land all around us and has kindly told us that we’re free to go anywhere we please on their land.  Actually, if Doc and I kept walking, I know we would reach the beach, but that would mean having to walk all the way back, not something I’d be looking forward to.  Maybe once the summer holiday starts and we could do it as a family adventure, all four of us.

There is a private road to get to our home and there are only 3 houses standing a part from each other, and down that private road is the farm house.  It is lovely and quiet where we live.  All you can hear are the cows and did I mention farmlands?  Loads of that.

To be fair though, Doc doesn’t seem bothered much and loves it here.  He likes having adventures with the cows and looking for the smelliest thing he can roll on.  I don’t even bring his leash when we go out, he’s just running around freely.  When I say it’s time to go home now Doc, he finds his way home ahead of me.

Even though the coast isn’t within walking distance anymore, I wouldn’t exchange the house where we live in right now for anything, unless one can uproot it and plonk it right along the coast, although I’m not sure that’s a good idea either.  Life is all about compromises, isn’t it.

Have you compromised on a house move too?

Do share.

A Country Kid’s Post: Underneath the Cornish Sky

The weather did improve over the weekend, but it was only for one day.  Thankfully we managed to spend some time of it outdoors, if only to walk the dog in our usual jaunt, up the headland.

Let’s have a race, says T.  Even before her dad and I could answer, she was up and running.

 I’m glad I managed to grab the camera before heading out, the colour of the sky and sea was absolutely amazing.

I think Cornish skies are one of the best!

Then again I know I’m biased because we live here.

What do you think?

Do share.

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?

A Walk through Wilsey Woods

It’s easy to miss Wilsey Woods.  If you’re on your way to spend a holiday in Cornwall and you’re racing down the A395 from Launceston after a long gruelling travel on the M5 or A30, and you can’t wait to get into your holiday home or rental cottage in Polzeath, chances are, you’ll never even notice driving past this little patch of Forest.

We’ve lived in our little village by the sea for the past eight years and I’m embarrassed to say that we’ve never visited, in spite it being a mere ten-minute drive from where we live.  Not that we don’t notice it, I see it all the time. But our tendency is to go to Minster Woods located within our vicinity, or head off somewhere further away for a day-trip out.

However last Saturday, our little family, did just that.  We finally headed to Wilsey Woods.

We were surprised to see the gate obviously rammed in by a vehicle.  Debris of the gate was left on the ground, with nails exposed which can damage wheels or heaven-forbid injure a person.  The historian cleared the mess as much as he can, getting rid especially of the wood with exposed nails.

There isn’t any parking around, I’m afraid, you’ll have to park along the entrance and make sure that you don’t block the drive-way.

We didn’t know what to expect, or more like, we weren’t really expecting anything.  We just wanted to go out and walk Doc in a different place and this little woodland was always in our radar, but just one of those places, you always plan to go to, but never really get around to doing it till now.

 At first, little T wasn’t impressed at all and was turning into her annoying version of a teen-ager.  You know that, “I-hate-everything-or-everything-is-boring” attitude.  Yep, that one.

And then the husband and I spotted a make-shift-forest-den.  To me it looked like a scene from my childhood where my cousins and I would try to make a house in our grandmother’s garden with any material we could get our hands on.  This looked magical to me.  This is what childhood is all about.  This of course, quickly piqued little T’s interest too.

And of course, Doc was busy doing his own thing.

The sulking teenager was gone and I had my inquisitive, excitable little T back happy to go exploring with me.

As for Doc, he was happy surrounded by sticks.

We looked at trees that were lying on the forest ground.

We checked out the moss covering the ground like carpet.

While Doc watched us and wondered what we were doing …

…. which of course only lasted a few seconds as something more interesting caught his attention.

Then little T decided to make a forest den for Anna.

She also used sticks and twigs she found lying on the ground.

And of course, even her Dad had to help in the making of Anna’s forest den.

I think Ana looks rather pleased with her den.

By this time, the sky turned greyer and we decided that it was time to do more exploring before the rain came back.

We kept moving, and little T kept exploring …

Up the muddy walk …

with Doc.

We never got around to exploring more because the sky turned greyer, it was best to head back to the car before the downpour began.

What about you?  Is there a place nearby where you’ve been meaning to visit, but never get around to doing it no matter how close the place is to where you live?

Coping with the Wet Weather the British Way

Last weekend was a wet one. Nothing new there of course, But I’m learning the British way now, which is “Stiff upper lip, plod on” and “Everything is jolly good even if it’s bloody raining!”.  Armed with waterproof rain coats, wooly hats, scarves, gloves, a flask of hot chocolate, another one with tea, some lovely biscuits and a smelly dog, we jumped in our car and drove to Penhallam Manor.

The first and last time we were here was in the autumn of 2014.  As mentioned on that post, Penhallam is an English Heritage site, with the remains of a 13th century medieval manor.  There’s hardly anything left, but the very bare bones of the house, but still worth visiting.

This time though, we went with some friends.  While waiting,  T and I decided to explore the nearby woods and left the historian to wait by the gate for our friends in case they missed the turning.  And they did!

I love this woodland, but never had the chance to explore it, this time we thought we’d manage it. But we never got that far, because T’s friends have arrived.  So we decided to head back.

There were four adults, three kids, two dogs, and a baby in a sling, stomping in the muddy walk towards the remains of a gothic manor.

And then it started raining even before we could get there, but no one seemed fazed by it.  Everyone just kept walking on, chatting and no one mentioned the rain, except me, who muttered under my breath.

When we got there, in spite of the rain, T’s friend stripped her rain coat off and started running around without it.  Thank goodness T didn’t follow suit and was sensible enough to keep her coat on, even though her hood wasn’t on.

Then it was a riot of kids and dogs running around like loonies.  By this time, I had to stop taking photos, I didn’t want my camera to get wet and was busy making sure the kids didn’t fall in the very cold water surrounding the manor.

After a snack of hot chocolate (tea for the grown-ups) and biscuits, they started having fun with muddy puddles. As the narrator of  Peppa pig would say “Everyone loves jumping up and down in muddy puddles”.

Do you have anything fun planned this weekend?

If you can trust the weather report, it’s supposed to be a sunny day, albeit a cold one tomorrow.  We are definitely heading out, most probably to another English Heritage or National Trust property.  That’s one of the reasons why we keep our membership with both of them, it’s so handy to have, especially down here in Cornwall for day trips with little ones like this one.

Have a lovely weekend folks!


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?

Off the Leash: An Autumn Walk with Doc

Our little village by the sea is quietening down.  Tourist season is over, although when the weather is fine like last week, you’ll still see a few of them roaming around the headland.  But there is no doubt, summer has indeed faded into oblivion.  Hello autumn!

The closing of the tourist season is good news for our over-excitable, over-eager not-so-little bundle of fur and neurosis doggie called Doc.  This means he can finally go off-leash again after the few unhappy incidents we’ve had since getting him from the kennel a month ago.

And now he’s free to roam the headland again, sniffing, running around like a loony, finding the most disgusting smell he can find and rolling on it.

He is at his happiest when set free to run like the wind!  And since the stitches are now mostly empty, I can let him off leash without worrying that he might jump on poor unsuspecting tourists.  Doc is free.

As I am too and happy to snap away at the evidence all around me that summer has definitely packed its bags and left us with its remains of wild flowers that used to stand so proud with its vibrant colours now looking withered and sad.

Where has the brightness gone?

And we’re left instead with every shade of grey and brown.

But autumn can be pretty too with its leaves turning golden before the winter days set it in.

For now though, Doc is happy to hear the sound of autumn leaves squelching under his paws.  As for me, I’m just glad that he is happy too.

What do you love about autumn/fall?