I have caught up with blogland

I have uploaded piccies

I have chatted away

I have done other numerable things that are not worthy of mention

And now I am going to sit in front of the telly with my stitching for an hour or two.

Have a good evening everyone

It is worth reading the write up to this item

here

Our final destination on our holiday. We came across this by chance as we were driving round the countryside and taking in the spectacular scenery Devon has to offer.

We decided to drive through Exmoor and came across these signs for Tarr steps. Of course we had to follow, parked up the car, walked down and hill and there they were.

Tarr steps is nothing like I thought it was going to be, e.g. steps. In fact it is a Prehistoric bridge over the river Barle near Winsford. Dating from 1000 BC, some of the stones weigh 5 tons and were said to have been placed there by the Devil to win a bet. We walked across them and did the circular walk round marvelling at the scenery, cameras snapping as Simon found unusal rock formations which would go well in his Geography project.

A peaceful place to go, full of tranquility as you walk along the river and a perfect end to our holiday

Here is what we called the Devil of Tarr - look closely and you can see the horns, eyes, mouth, nose and beard

The afternoon was spent on the beach at Westward Ho! where we were staying. The sun still shone but it was windy, so windy the sea was very choppy. Now don't be fooled by the pictures. To get to the beach you had to walk over lots of rocks, stones and shingle and as anyone that knows me well will tell you, I am not very good on two legs at the best of times. I have a fear of falling over. I think part of that may be due to breaking my nose when I once did years ago, but putting that aside, getting down to the beach took some time and was an act of bravery on my part!! It did help that I was wearing beach shoes, you know those waterproof shoes that are ideal for wearing in the water, the type that surfers may wear. I was not happy with the colour choice however when I purchased them. Oh no, not for me the black or navy ones on sale, did they have my size? No. The only colours in my size were flourescent yellow or bright red! so plumping for the red ones which went fetchingly with my black trousers and blue top, I hobbled down to the sand to watch my little darlings try out their surfing techniques in the waves In fairness, despite the rough accomodation, the view from our chalet was lovely every morning and it was nice to walk beside the sea and take in the sea air every evening as well.

I am now on flickr, like the sheep I am

http://www.flickr.com/photos/faffajane/

Sunny day appeared outside so we headed over the border into Cornwall to visit Bude, a mere 45 minutes away from where we were staying.

I am not sure what I expected to see. Seaside yes, and a bit of a town, what I did see was a small seaside town, with shops the sold all manner of things to do with surfing, and as we headed towards the beach I could see why, the waves were a surfers delight!!

Bude has been a popular seaside resort since the Victorian era and it manages to maintain its easy, relaxing charm. In the 19th Century it was notorious for its wreckers, who plundered the ships that came to grief off the coast - more than 80 between 1824 and 1874.

The Atlantic-pounded beaches of both Summerleaze and Crooklets have been described by Australian surfers as the "Bondi of Britain" and it was here in 1953 that some of them formed the first Surf Life Saving Club in the country. The Club still thrives and weekly demonstrations give an insight to its valuable role.

Bude was home to Sir Goldsworthy Gurney, an inventor and builder of the Castle that is a castellated stone mansion standing on a grassy knoll overlooking Summerleaze Beach, which is now home to the town hall and a museum where you can find out about his inventions as well as the history of Bude.

If you ever visit Bude, may I recommend that you try a cornish pasty from here
It is one of the best I have ever tried and even the kids enjoyed them.

Well the sun has disappeared behind some clouds.

Nigel got fed up waiting for me to get dressed so he has gone to fuel up his van and popping into Asda for me for some shopping.

Not that I was lazy or anything, in truth I was sorting out how much money was in the account and paying some bills before I spent it all on food, hoping we have enough to get by on until the end of the week at least lol!

But money doesn't seem to concern him much, he just earns it, I worry over the bills and what has to be paid.

He still hasn't written that letter to the NICEIC, driving me mad nagging him to do it, perhaps I shall just shut up and watch it as the world falls apart around him as it will if he doesn't do it.

Right better get under that shower, spent too long in front of this screen and there is housework to do - sod it that can wait until tomorrow!!1