This is my daughter, kayaking for the first time on fast moving water.
I was an absolute bag of nerves watching her but, at the same time, I felt so proud at seeing her paddling and not letting her fear get the better of her.
This picture makes her look so scared, but she still carried on paddling through, and went on for another hour!
For the first time EVER, our little family spent the Christmas & New Year period on holiday.
It was amazing for us all to be together, spending a full 10 days just relaxing and enjoying our surroundings. After a busy year, it was a much-needed and well-deserved break. Those regular visitors to my little blogette will know that we love to go to Coombe Mill, in Cornwall. The tranquillity and the closeness to the natural outdoors appeals to us, and it made a great setting for us to enjoy Christmas even more.
The most memorable experience, however, was the day of New Years Eve. We decided to spend the day surfing in the sea at beautiful Polzeath Beach. Bonkers, I hear you mutter, given the time of year but, with the proper kit, we hardly noticed the cold and lasted over an hour in the surf, jumping and riding the waves.
We went to a surf shop located right on the beach, where we were able to hire a board, wetsuits, boots, gloves and hats, all of which were much needed in the chilly swell. We used the “privacy” of our car to writhe and wriggle into our wetsuits, and then we were ready to face the waves.
The first few steps into the ocean we sort-of OK, and surprisly not as cold as we anticipated it to be. Having the correct kit is essential, and I was able to slowly lower myself deeper into the water without too much of a cold-shock to the system, acclimatising as I went tentatively ever farther out into the surf.
My daughter caught her first wave and soon stood up straight away, making it look very easy and completely putting her Mum to shame! I don’t mind admitting that I’m not the best surfer, and I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been able to successfully stand up on a moving board, but I still love the whole experience.
After almost an hour, the wind started to chill our heads, and cheeks began to glow a nice shade of rosy red. We were ready for warm clothes and, as we waddled quickly back to the car, we all agreed that we should visit the nearest tea-rooms, where we enjoyed a steaming pot of tea, and a huge warm scone with extra clotted cream and large spoon of jam!
The ability to enjoy such a wild, fun day with my family was such a brilliant way to end the year and mark the end of a wonderful holiday.
I can’t believe that it’s been almost a year since I’ve posted anything on my little blog.
Such a long time has passed!
There are a few reasons why, but mainly (and sadly) work got in the way. Long, busy days made me a very tired outdoor worker and, at the end of the day, I had no time or energy left to blog and post.
Also, I found it hard to find stimulation and maintain the excitement for blogging, compared to how I felt when I started. It became all too easy not to bother, or to feel (within myself) that what I was publishing had become a bit repetatively boring to others.
That didn’t help, when coupled with the lack of energy and drive, to post an interesting anecdote.
However, over the past few months, I’ve begun to feel bit of a void in my life, and have really missed blogging. I’ve realised that blogging gave me an extra push to get outside, and to take photographs of the beautiful areas I visit, both in work and with my family. I also missed the lovely way that a blog gave me a happiness to share my experiences with a much wider community, and formed a “sort-of” diary of the wonderful family memories we create on our adventures.
With encouragement from my husband, I decided to get back in front of the screen, and actually make the time for blogging again.
The wild card in the pack is that my daughter is older now, and so our adventures are getting a bit more daring and exciting!!